So I am new to writing Jessie stories, so please don't kill me. This story is based before Jessie came to work for the Ross's. I originally wrote it so she did but then I changed it.
I don't own anyone from Jessie
Chapter 1
My life is not a walk in the park like most people say it is.
One
Just because you are rich doesn't mean you get everything you want. Half of the time you don't get what you want. For the rest of the other half you can split it between having to work for it, begging until you get it, getting it as a pity present or actually getting it without having to do anything. That last one I stated isn't true. You can't get anything without having to do anything, not unless you are my siblings.
I'm the oldest of four children, I have three younger siblings. And for most of my life, I've been ignored or told I have to work for what I want. Which doesn't make sense, considering we are rich enough that all of us don't really have to work in our lifetime.
My parents aren't really aware of what goes on most of the time in the house. Like when my eldest-youngest siblings almost walked off with a stranger. I got blamed because I was supposed to be watching her. I was twelve.
I guess it doesn't help that I have nothing in common with them. My mom use to be a model, now she is some type of business woman. She is also obsessed with fashion. It is like that for my youngest-eldest sister. Obsessed with fashion, even though she is only nine.
The next one is my brother, who is a prankster who nobody could hate because he is so lovable. That and the fact that he still sleeps with a stuffed koala at age seven, though I did sleep with a blanket till I was twelve.
And then there is the youngest child and youngest sister. She is an adorable three year old who thinks mermaids exist.
Then there is me. A seventeen year old who works at a store a few blocks away. All I can do with my life is work as a cashier. I have no other attributes.
I also don't look like either of my parents, though that might be because I'm adopted. I have long straight white blonde hair and pale white skin. A pointed nose, full lips, and grey eyes that when pictures are taken turn blue.
The day that my friends decided I should try out for the school talent show was a horrible day.
"No." I stated and glared at them. No way was I trying out for a talent show. It was a superficial way to make people with talents feel good about themselves and those without them to get their self esteem pushed even lower.
"Come on Jen." My friend Carlie said as she begged me. "Everyone would love to see you in that." She added.
"I doubt it." I stated as I started to walk away. But Jackson, Carlies boyfriend, grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Sign up Ross." He said as he shoved a pen in my hand.
"Jackson, babe, you can just demand for people like Jen to do things." Carlie scolded Jackson before turning to me. "Now, write your name Jennifer before I attach strings to your bones and do it for you." Carlie demanded.
"People would love you Jenny." My best friend Syrah said as she smiled a sparkling smile at me.
"Oh yes, look at that, the ugliest Ross child who has no talent is in a talent show. Better go watch to throw tomatoes at her." I said in a mock voice. They rolled their eyes.
"Don't be stupid, throwing tomatoes is so a decade ago, eggs are in now." Jackson said.
"I feel so much better." I said with sarcasm.
"Don't listen to him." Carlie said.
"You are not ugly miss." Syrah said with a glare. "Now sign the damn paper."
"Fine! But only to show you guys that I won't do well!" I said annoyed. Carlie was about to clap but then the bell rang, signalling for us to head to class. I quickly printed my name before heading off to English.
When I got home that day I walked into the building and started my way up the stairs. I didn't bother to take the elevator; it was the lazy way up. If I wanted to get somewhere, I had to work for it. That is what I had learnt in my life and I wasn't going to give up on it.
As I walked up, I passed people as they walked down. Some of them said hello or politely nodded, some ignored me and some gave me dirty looks, at those ones I rolled my eyes.
When I got half way I stopped and sat down. The stairwell was a great place to think. It was empty and nobody would ever think to find you there. That is what I need, to be alone. Not with one of my siblings, or my nanny Mel, or Bertram the butler, or even my parents. Alone.
Being alone was my favorite, I could think without being interrupted. To me, silence was the best song. Nothing was the best movie. Of course I wouldn't tell my dad that though; he would mope thinking his movies aren't good.
I looked at my watch. Everyone would be home by now, well not my parents unless they came back early, which I doubt. I stood up, picked up my bag, and continued up the stairs. As I walked I heard my house key jingle in my bag. I needed a car key to go with that, but that wouldn't happen.
When I learnt to drive my dad didn't teach me, my mom didn't, my nanny didn't, nobody in my building did. My drama teacher did. I told him I needed to learn and he taught me. Well, that and the fact that he is Syrah's dad.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I opened the house door to see Mel sitting at the kitchen table.
"Your parents are on video call with everyone in the living room." She said as she continued to write a list of things she needed to get. Or for Bertram to get, who knows.
"Cool." I say and open the fridge. I don't see anything interesting so I grab a glass of water before starting towards the stairs.
"By the way, why were you so late today?" she asked. I sighed; I really hope this doesn't turn into twenty questions.
"I was late because I take the stairs. I like the quiet." I respond before I walk upstairs so I don't have to answer any more questions.
When I get up there I lie down on my bed and stare up at my ceiling. Quietly wondering how I had gotten here but then taking that thought out of my mind.
On my ceiling are posters of my favorite celebrities that I would like to be like when I'm older. I know it won't happen but I guess I can try, it won't kill me.
"Jennifer! Dinner!" I heard from down stairs. I stand up and walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where everyone was waiting. "What took you so long?" Mel asked as I sat down.
"I was in my room." I state as I take a bite of my food along with everyone else. It was silent, the only sound that could be heard was everyone chewing their food and swallowing. Along with sips of drinks.
"So... why did I find a vase broken today, Jen?" Mel asked me. I froze and looked up at her.
"A broken vase? I didn't break a vase." I say as I bring a bite of salad up to my mouth. We don't break eye contact.
"Nobody else did it, so it must have been you." She says.
"Are you sure you didn't break it or something?" I asked. Her eyes narrowed.
"Don't test me." She said.
"I'm not. I'm simply stating that it couldn't have and wouldn't have been me. Why would I need to break a vase?" I asked. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Emma looking back and forth between me and Mel; obviously she was trying to decide which side to take.
"It wasn't us Mel!" Emma said. She basically just said it was me! What did I ever do to her?
"Mel! I didn't do anything!" I say.
"Don't lie to me Jennifer! Go to your room!" she says. I roll my eyes.
"Gladly." I say as I walk away upstairs and away from the traitors.
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Update: 7/20/13: I would like to thank QueenyLeAcH for pointing out where I put Jessie instead of Mel