Disclaimer: I do not own twilight…
Chapter 1
Right now I'm looking out the tinted window of my dads black limo. Well I guess the limos mine now since he's in New York and I'm headed from the air port in Seattle to a town named La Push, I think.
Since I have nothing better to do, I think about the past few months or years, I guess. My mom had me at 17 she was a stripper at the time or something close to it. She only had me so she could get money out of my dad. If you haven't guessed I like my dad a lot more than my mom. He got married maybe when I was 13 to a really nice women she was only 22. But I really like her she's better than my mom. They had a daughter together, who's 10 now. Her names Olivia. I don't know why but kids like me, I guess it's because my sense of exotic style.
So why you ask I don't live with my dad in New York, also known as my home town. Well I don't think he could handle me. I love to party and stay out late and have one night stands with guys I have never met before. He wanted me to stay but I declined.
My dads like super rich. He owns his own business in New York and makes billions of dollars every year. My mom gets her money from her 'boyfriends' and her modeling career. That's why I'm going to La Push; her boyfriend wants to see the country life so we are going to stay there for 5 or 6 months.
I turned my iPod down a little and looked at myself in the mirror of my makeup. I have black hair that looks kind of like the girls from The Veronicas band. Kind of ironic because my name is Veronica. I have smoky gray eyes with a tint of blue and pale skin. I stand about 5'1. I may seem taller because of the heels I always wear.
I looked at my clothes next. I wore my black skinny jeans with my skin tight white shirt with a guitar on it. My heel boots are black and come up to my shin. I wear a lot of black and bright colors, I don't like browns and tans their to boring.
The thing I'm going to miss the most is definitely the parties and clubs. Even thought I'm only 17 I can get into anything. I didn't understand why my dad gave me the limo, I already have a car. An Audi r8 to be exact. It's also black. My dad always gave me what I wanted. To ballet class to learning different languages. I'm fluent in French, Spanish, and German.
I looked at the average size house in front of me. It was tan with a black roof and had two stories. My mom came here early to set everything up. I got out and had the limo driver, Richard, get my stuff out. The house was okay; a kitchen, dining room, living room, 3 bathrooms, and 2 bedrooms. Its bigger than most houses here but not as big as my dads mansion. I went to my room to see how it looked. The walls were a silver gray and it had a desk with my bright pink laptop on it, with a queen sized bed with black sheets. I had two dressers and a walk in closet that could probably fit my bed in there.
It wasn't home but it will do till we get back to New York.
"Do you like it, V?" My mom asked. I didnt think she would be home, I never see her.
"It will do, I guess." I said. I never really show emotion besides boredom. Its easier to handle people without emotion. I didnt even show emotion when i had sex with the guys I were with.
"Just be on your best behavior." she said. She knew how I was but she was trying to sound like a mom for her new boy toy.
"Ya whatever." and with that she walked out.
I sighed and began unpacking. I start school in 3 days. I have been in tons of schools; private, academies, and 1 public school. They werent all that exciting since everyone wanted to be my friend because I was rich. I didnt mind I like attention and all the boys I could fool around with.
I took out my bong and started smoking away my thoughts. I was suprised that I was still smart with all the drugs I do. I guess I'm lucky.
After an hour I decided to take a nap and sleep away my buzz.