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Oh. My. God.
Three stories high. The house… or rather the MANOR had three story floorplans ranging 4,000 square feet at the least.
"Are you sure you drove to the right address?"
I blinked again.
Woah. That was one big house.
I specifically asked Dad for a small house. Even better, an apartment.
I didn't care if he just became the CEO of his company. I will not be some Daddy's girl who's going to let him pay for everything.
I was transferring to a new high school as a sophomore. After sadly leaving all my friends in Tokyo and having to Tomoedo ALONE, I should at least get what I asked for.
A small house was perfectly fine.
However, a BIG house was not perfectly fine.
"Yes, indeedy. Miss, you are one lucky girl."
Spanish and Tuscan architecture. 7,200-square-foot terraced homesites with scenic mountain views.
"Are you really sure this is the right house?" I questioned the taxi driver again.
Please tell me he drove me to the wrong place.
"Real sure, Miss. Boy-oh! You're living pretty high. Any chance I'd get a big tip?"
Readers will find the protagonist of this fanfiction to be gaping, yes, I do mean G-A-P-I-N-G.
Readers will find the protagonist of this fanfiction to have wide eyes.
Readers will also find the protagonist of this fanfiction to be almost speechless.
That… residence had to cost at least 5,000,000 dollars.
…
Maybe even more than that.
"Oh Mr. Taxi Man!" I happily inquired. "Are you sure that this is really the right house?"
The man got out of the taxi and rolled his eyes. He was beginning to get irritated. "Miss, I took your bags out of my taxi. You're out of my taxi. I followed the stinking piece of paper with the address on it. You're at the right place."
Dad, you are going down.
"Thanks for driving, sir."
"No prob, Miss. Glad I could be of service."
With that as a farewell, the man drove his taxi into the distant horizon.
Oooo. Dad was so going to pay.
Quickly, I snatched out my cell phone and dialed for my dearest father.
"Hello?"
"DAD!!!"
I heard a chuckle from the other line. "I take it that you're at your house."
"Dad, you're using the wrong term. This isn't a house. It's a MANSION. I hate it."
"Sakura-chan, it'll be fine. I even hired a butler, mad and person cook—"
"DAD!!!"
"—so that all you'll have to do is focus on your studies and have fun with your friends."
"Dad, the manor is just too big. I got nobody for a roommate. The least you could have done was bought me an appropriate sized house."
A sigh came from Daddy-kins. "Well, that's what school is for. You'll make new friends and possibly new roommates along the way."
"Dddddddddddaaaaadddddddddd!!!!!"
"Sakura-chan, you'll survive. You'll do fine. Actually, you'll be probably be pampered," he responded to my whining. The old man laughed at his own words. "Many girls would kill to be given what you've got."
I pouted. "But I'm not like many girls. I want to live like an independent and normal person."
"Now now now. Your brother's not going to be around you as much since he's at college now. I'm still in Tokyo. You're going to be on your own. Isn't that independent?"
With a maid? A butler? And a cook?
Heck no.
"Now, I'm going to go. I've got a meeting and if I don't hang up now, I'll be late. Be a good girl and do your best. I'll call you once a week to make sure you're doing okay. Bye bye, Sakura-chan!"
"Wait! WAIT! DAD??!!!"
"But the line was already dead.
I groaned.
Just because of my dad's pampering, I was going to be in a surprise.
A surprise involving 12 roommates.
12 male roommates.
Welcome to Sakura Kinomoto's life.
Welcome to my life.
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