I slid my shoes off by the front door, kicking them into place next to Summer's and Miranda's. They had stayed home while I, Justine, went to the store with the house butler, Sebastian.
Sebastian was freaking tall. Like, over six feet tall. He was at least a good foot taller than me, and I'm Five foot 1 and a quarter. And he always wore a black tailcoat with a white undershirt button up, and then perfect, no scratch shoes. And his eyes? Oh God, his eyes were perfect. They were a deep brown, almost a reddish color.
I think I was in love with him. Well its not like I could fall in love with anyone else; The Three of us were home schooled at my house. Yes, my house. I was an only child, and neglected, so my parents allowed me to have two friends to become my "Sisters".
"Will you want lunch, miss?" Sebastian asked me in a purring tone. "It looks like Miss Summer and Miranda already had lunch." He gestured to them sitting in the family room, nibbling on my favorite poptarts; Cherry Turnover. I glared at them, and they smiled and waved back.
I thought for a moment. "No, I'll be fine." I said, and Sebastian nodded before leaving off, doing something else. So, I went and sat in front of Summer's feet and took the rest of the second poptart.
"Hey! That's mine." Summer said. I laughed and took a bite. Miranda sat quietly, like her normal self.
That was the thing with us; we were all… different. Miranda was quiet and usually mellow. And she was also the one to shut up our arguments. She was pretty, too; Semi-curly medium brown hair to her shoulders, and a rather pale complexion. Her eyes were cool, too. They had a dark rim, and then were green, and then had swirls of brown in them.
Summer had a darker complexion, like the good tan I always wanted but never could get. Her hair was black (Not to sound racist) and was frizzy, like a cottenball. She spent about an hour burning her hair with my straightener. One inch shorter than me, and I picked on her for it.
And me? I had jet black, sleek, thin hair to my mid back. I could never get tan; it was either burnt or freaking white. I had the "Perfect" figure; 36C bra size and a little dip for my stomach, and then back out for my waist. I was only tall because of my legs, and it never helped the others that I wore leather boots most of the time.
My phone went off, and I answered it after a moment of listening to the ringtone. "Hello?"
"Justine, is Sebastian there?" It was a voice I had never heard before. I raised an eyebrow and looked up at Summer and than Miranda.
"May I ask who this is?" I asked, standing up and cracking my ankles. I heard a little whimper in the backround. My sisters were silent; Nobody called me but my parents.
"You don't need to know." The woman said. I could almost feel her attitude. I rolled my eyes.
"Then no, he's not here." I shut the phone and pushed in into my bra, a habit that I had picked up years before.
"Who was it?" Miranda asked me worriedly. I replied with a shrug.
"I dunno. She wouldn't tell me. She wanted Sebastian." I snickered a little at how it sounded. Summer looked like she was deep in thought.
"Maybe it was serious." She suggested, and I thunked her. She rubbed the spot.
"It was not. Besides, Mother and Father should be home. Then we can go outside."
But hours went by and it got dark, and there was no bright red Ferrari that fell beside the yellow Porche that also sat in the driveway.
At around eleven, Sebastian came in to check on us. I was laying across Summer's lap on the ground, watching her and Miranda play the Wii. Three pizza boxes, all empty except for the crust, sat in the room as well. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you all be in bed?" He asked. I looked up at him.
"Parents aren't home yet." I said, giggling a Summer thrusted a little. "But do you know this number?" I pulled out my phone and showed him he number. He took the phone from my hands and took a brief glance at it
"What did they want?" Sebastian asked.
"They wanted to talk to you."
"And why didn't you come get me?"
"Because I didn't have to." I said testingly. He responded by pressing "Call". I turned my head back towards the T.V.
"This is Sebastian." Sebastian answered. He took a long pause, nodded, and concluded with "Yes, I'll be sure to tell her." Sebastian hung up and handed me back my phone.
"Who was it?"
"Justine, your parents are dead."