An:/Don't own anything because I'm uncreative and cheap.
Chapter 1
Arrival.
So I sit on this ridiculous plane to my new destination. I tangled my fingers in my thick brown locks, and pulled softly.
"I'm stupid." I murmured to myself
I used to always think over my decisions, but lately, I've been screwing up. Well it's not like its my fault, with all the crap I've gone through the past couple of months.
Think back to the days when you were a child, and you sat in bed with lights out, and you shed tears,.. thinking about waking up without a loved one.
How do I know this? Because I personally did it myself.
I tossed and turned in my bed, waiting for my mom and dad to come home. Late night at the work office right? No it was much more then that.
Imagine getting a phone call telling you your parents have died. And that you have to pack your things, because the closet relative we find your being shipped to.
Imagine being shipped off to the closet relative you have.... That's abusive. Tall, dark and am I supposed to say handsome? No I would say vile.
But I wasn't shocked, when I arrived at my new home. Everybody from my dad's side was like this. Except my father.
My father was like Rabi in the house of horrors. He was Tall, dark, and handsome. He had a button chin, and a tight jaw. His eyes were light brown almost gold.
He was a good man. Not perfect, but not far from it.
He was the man that would make fun of you if you were being a arrogant idiot, but the man that would pick up a hobo, and drop him off at a shelter. My father was special.
He was the person boys looked up to. A person that would give you an honest opinion. He was a special guy. And to top off the best life, he had my mother.
Light brown hair and yellow shaped face and an hourglass body. She was beautiful. She was CEO of a big important company, that to this day, I have no clue what they do, or did.
She was just as honest as my father, and told you the truth. She told you the outcome of the decision you choose, because in her words, "I've probably already been through it."
She was the greatest. But see, here's my dilemma, they're gone.
I groaned in displeasure and clicked play on my ipod. My Heart by Paramorestarted to play, and I groaned once again. "Nice music selection, Court." I mumbled under my breath.
"Anything to drink, Miss?" A strawberry blonde said, clicking her heels, pointing towards the cart. "Ugh yea ice tea please." I said, thinking of the first drink coming to mind.
She handed me my drink, and walked up to the next aisle. I took a shaking sip. I was never the girl for planes, or anything that was up thousands of feet in the air.
I tapped my finger on the metal armrest, and lipped the lyrics to My heart to myself. "Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you." I rested my head on the back of my seat. "We could sing our own but what would it be without you?" I sung mentally ,rocking my head back and forth.
"This heart, it beats, beats for only you."
"This heart, it beats, beats for only you." I mumbled aloud.
And that's when I thought back to the person that my heart only beats for still. Duncan Ethan Maurice.
I know its cliche to say my heart beats for him, and only him, but it does. We still talk on rare occasions, but as friends. We both agreed that long distances relationships didn't work, and one of us would end up cheating on the other.
I sighed, and thought back to that awkward phone call. He never wanted to loose contact because apparently "I was still his Princess." I rolled my eyes at memory of him saying that.
But to be honest I really do miss being his.
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I dragged my heavy suitcase out to the gate parking way. I laid my suitcase flat on the ground, and sat on top of it, waiting for my aunt and uncle to arrive.
An old man with a prominent bald spot in the middle of his scalp came walking past everyone on side walk with the name, "Courtney."
I walked up to him, and raised my hand saying, "I'm Courtney." Trying to be polite. "Hello, Miss Courtney." He said with a slight Australian accent.
"The Limo is this direction." He continuing with his sentence, and slightly waving his hand towards the car.
We walked over to the Limo, and he tried to lift my bag into trunk. He grunted in pain, when he lifted it off the ground, and dropped it. He tried again, and his cheeks flushed pink.
I laughed, and lifted the suitcase, and placed it into the trunk. "Boxing." I said for my excuse of being so strong.
I hopped into the back seat of the Limo,and started playing with expensive looking things.
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"Hello." I called through my new home. The sound echoed through the house. "They're not here emo." Amanda said obnoxiously walking up behind me.
I turned around, and there stood my bitch of a cousin. "Ah." I thought aloud. "Still a bitch like your mother." I said smiling sweetly. I obviously hit a nerve.
"You little dirt face!" She seethed at me. "I wish you were still stuck at your last house you......" She went on,and on about me.
But I grabbed my suitcase, and walked over to the butler. "Which room am I in sir?" I said completely tuning Amanda out.
He smiled at me and pointed to a hallway. "First door on the left." He said politely. I nodded my head the "Mexican style." and headed towards my room.
I flicked on the switch, and evaluated the room. The walls were light blue with white swirls near the bottom. There was a queen size bed in the middle, with purple covers over the top. I walked over to a door on the other side of the room, and there was a walk in closet with a bathroom on the side.
"This is nice." I mumbled to myself. I laid my heavy suitcase down, and rested in bed.
"Tomorrow's going to be one hell of a day." Is the last thing I said to my self, before I fell into a deep slumber.
AN:/ Well this is the redo of my other story.
I personally like this version so much better. But tell me what you think, Honest opinion would make me feel dandy.
So will reviews. So review to Flame or Tell me I'm amazing but whatever.
