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Mitchie stepped out of the limo, looking at her Jimmy Choo wedges step in dirty dirt. The dust from wind made her want to vomit. This brick house was not like her Hollywood mansion back home. This is Mars.
"Why are we here again?" Mitchie asked snottily as she wrapped her three-quarter sleeved jacket closer to her small frame, "it looks like a house from the twenties."
"That's because it is sweetheart. And we moved because your father wanted to move his practice somewhere smaller, so you can live a normal life."
"I was living a normal life back home."
"Home schooled and shopping is not a normal life, sweetheart."
Mitchie sighed as she watched the movers move her stuff into her new home. Talk about reality check. Her mother was busy checking her email, texting her father who was suppose to come with them but last minute had to come a day later.
Connie and Steve had married right out of college. They met freshman year, both rushing the top two Greek houses. Connie had a degree in business and Steve went to med school, the struggles of Connie starting off her business and paying off bills were hard on them. Three years into their marriage Mitchie was born, Connie's catering business had wonderful reviews and things were finally looking up for them. Growing up, Mitchie didn't have to worry about not being able to get something because her parents spoiled her rotten, being the only child.
When Steve was done with school he had to intern, but soon got a job at the most demanding hospital in Los Angeles. Mitchie's parents were very involved in her life. Sending her to the top private schools, letting her have her own driver, giving her whatever she wanted or desired.
From an outsider's point of view, Mitchie was their typical spoiled brat. But the truth was Mitchie was very grateful for the life she was gifted with.
She stepped carefully around the dirt, grimaced as her mother gushed about how 'absolutely adorable' their new home was. Mitchie was ready to take her bags and fly first class back home, where she belonged.
"Mitchie dear, why don't you go pick out a room?"
Mitchie rolled her eyes as she looked at the one sided stair case, she groaned as she hunched over. She reluctantly walked up the stairs and took her time to scoop out the best room. Mitchie saw a big bedroom with a small walk in closet, something that wasn't going to work for her, but it had its own bathroom and was the furthest away from her parent's room.
"Last room on the left. Do not drop anything or I will file a complaint." She ordered the movers, ignoring their whispers.
Mitchie didn't mean to be rude but she did not want to be here. This was a living nightmare. She walked down stairs and wondered off, finding the door that lead to the back, a pool with a Jacuzzi tub looked brand new and spotless, a few archers of land that was being modeled into a pool house, on the side she saw a trampoline and a patio. Steve had bought the house and the land around it so he could make it their home.
Their mansion back in Hollywood was theirs and it was the first big purchase the Torres' did when Steve became a surgeon.
"At least I have a pool." Mitchie said as she kicked invisible dirt with her shoe, "and I don't see neighbors."
Down the road Shane, the small town's 'good boy' drove along the country, enjoying the acres of grape vines once and a while a nice big house. Shane never understood why a small family would buy such a big house if they only have a kid or two.
"The privileges of having money," Shane chuckled as he thought that his family of six could use a house like theirs. His older brother Jason was moving out this summer, going to college with a full scholarship so Shane got upgraded to his own room. His younger brothers had to still share a room till Shane left the house, if he gets as lucky as Jason did. His parents were both middle class working parents, trying to provide for their family. Shane worked as a life guard during the summer and gave guitar lessons whenever someone would give him a call and take up his offer.
During school he picked up a few shifts at a local coffee shop, along side Nate, both boys had to earn extra money if they wanted to get something for themselves.
Shane frowned as he passed a black gated home, which a limo was pulling out of. He stopped his car and looked at the three big sized moving trucks take out expensive looking paintings and top notch bed frames. He thought back to his twin sized bed and almost envied the people moving in. Then she saw her, denim studded shorts, white graphic top under her black leather jacket. Her studded wedges made her legs look like they went on for miles. Her hair was ombred and lightly waved half her face was covered by big sunglasses but from afar Shane could tell what kind of person she was.
She stood their, hands on her hips, occasionally throwing a snap and a finger pointing at window directing them to a specific room. But never did she once smile. Shane grunted and put his truck on drive and continued his mindless drive.