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Beep! Beep! Beep! I let out I whingey-whiney groan as I'm thrust straight out of my sexy as hell dream about Johnny Depp and into the real world by the fucked up noise machine that insane people call an alarm clock. Personally, I find them quite offending and think they should be illegal. I slam my hand down on the silence button. But it's still beep!ing. I do it again. It doesn't work. I let out a groan of annoyance before I grab it and throw it straight at the opposite wall. It smashes into a thousand pieces. Pfft, I wish. But it did break beyond repair. I hope. As I start to drift off to sleep I hear Janine, my oh so caring mother-not- scream for me to get ready. Get ready for what? Wait, mum didn't come to turkey with us- my dad took me on a trip to Turkey for a month during the school holidays. He wanted to show me my heritage. How'd Janine get to Turkey? Wasn't my mum suppose to be working on that Svelsky case? I thought as I drifted back off to sleep…

I later wake up to my mother kicking the shit out of my bed and yelling at me to get my lazy ass up for school. Wait.. school? Oh shit. I sprang up and lost my balance, sending both me and my mum crashing to the floor. What a way to wake up. At least she got the brunt of the fall. He he he. We're both kind of stunned for a moment. I manage to recover first and stumble my way over to the adjoining bathroom and throw a "sorry" over my shoulder. I hear my bedroom door slam in reply. Oh well.

As I reach for the bathroom door I hear the front door slam. Damn, what crawled up her butt and died? I only fell on her. And this time it actually was an accident. Honest. I swear she loves her lawyer job more than me. Actually I have several people who can vouch for that. On more than one occasion she's either forgotten or been too busy to come to my birthday party or to even wish me a "happy birthday". I don't even know why it bothers me anymore. It's always been this way. Even as a baby she was too busy for me. She put my on the bottle straight away and hired a nanny slash housekeeper. Her names Alberta. Shes the one who raised me and taught me how to kick ass (I know, right! A housekeeping nanny who can kick ass. It's totally epic, if you ask me) along with my ABCs of course.

Anyway, I decide that with no mum in the house and a nanny that's on holiday I should liven things up a bit. I think I might stay home just for today. So I make a U turn and turn my stereo on. It's one of those that's actually designed for parties. It has six CD trays that really comes in handy so I don't lose any important discs. Yeah, have I mentioned that I don't have the cleanest room? I think the last time I cleaned it was when I was in kindy...

Just as I reached for the stereo remote, my phone rings which in turn scares the crap out of me and I end up doing a face plant on my lino tiled bedroom floor. At least I found my phone. Sort of. I have to dig around in a pile of junk but I do come up victorious. I manage to answer it before my ringtone ends. It's The Veronica's "Lolita" song. Its totally awesome. "What the fuck do you want?" I snap into the phone. "Rose, i'm so sorry!" Lissa sobbed .

"Liss, relax. I'm just crabby" I say exasperated. Sometimes Lissa needs to be less nicey nice and more bitchy bitch. "No, it's not that. Its what happened at the party. I'm on my way right now!"

"Lissa" I scold, "you shouldn't be driving when your this upset… Wait, what do you mean 'what happened at the party'"? I was starting to get anxious. Lissa had a cutting problem. And lately has started to violently lash out at people for the smallest things and it's beginning to scare the crap out of me. But the worst part of it is that she has a reputation to uphold. And so that's where all the drama and stress stems from. Oh, the woes of coming from old money…

Lissa's reply snaps me back to reality. "uh.. no-nothing. You know what? I'm just overreacting."

Shit. Something really bad must of happened for her to go all out hysterical. Maybe a day trip to the spa might calm her down… and some serious shopping. That might get the girl to calm the fuck down and tell me what's happened.

"Hey, open up! I'm here and and these jimmy Choos are killing my feet". She whined.

"Please tell me you broke them in before you wore them?" I hope for her sake she did 'cause that happened to me a while back and trust me, I learnt my lesson!

She gave me a guilty look. "Seriously? I would have thought that you would have learnt a lesson the same time I did!"

"Yeah, well, I thought that I did too, but I swear to god that I have now!" Lissa said as tears started to well up in her eyes.

I was beginning to get really concerned. Her emotions were becoming so erratic I was beginning to get whip lash.

"its ok, Liss. Its ok" I soothed.

"Come on, I think a three day trip to your favourite spa sounds good."

She nodded, wiping the tears that spilled from her face with her jacket sleeves as I bent down to unzip her shoes and motioned for her to step out of them. Usually lissa wears little or no heels due to the fact that she was six foot and didn't really need anymore height. Whereas I could really do with some more height. Trust me, being five foot seven is not fun when you want to be a world famous model. Sigh, fuck my life.

I silently led her upstairs to my bathroom and left her there to clean up while I packed a bag of essentials for the spa trip. The essentials included loads of chips, chocolate, coke, phone charger, spare cloths, tampons and pads for just incase (I don't actually follow my periods, so I don't know when they're due), and other important items. I was done by the time Lissa came out. She seemed to have calmed down enough to get herself together and was texting on her phone.

"Okay, I've texted all our friends and my family. All you need to do is text your mum and we're outa here for some much needed relaxation time."

"ok" is all I care to reply as we descend the stairs and out the front door, with my passport in hand, on the way to Lissa house to get her things and then on to the airport, to fly all the way to a magical place where you can forget all your problems and relax for however long you need. Well… only if you have the money, of course.