Introduction
Sophie & Emma are both teenage girls living the dream life until 1 day, someone takes it all away. They are forced to go with their only living relative, Uncle Michael, who happens to be the manager of some band. Warning: I do use some hardcore words and things could get a little steamy later on ;
Chapter one
Sophie! Get out of my room right now! You have your own clothes to wear!" Emma screamed at me. "Yeah, but your clothes are way cuter!" I screamed right back at her, having no intention to leave. I picked out an outfit that I liked, changed, and headed back to my room, but ran into Emma. She gave me a 'WTF' expression, so I returned her the favor and gave her a sarcastic remark to top it off. "It's not like you don't ever wear my clothes." With that I headed down the long hallway of our three story house in Beverly Hills, California. My sister let out a long sigh and shut her door. Yeah, just so you know, victory feels amazing.
"Mom! When are we leaving to go to dinner?" I yelled from my room. I waited about five seconds for an answer, but I never got one. "Mommmm!" Still nothing. "God, she's so deaf." I thought to myself.
"MOM!" I screamed as I ran down the flight of stairs that led straight to the den.
"What? Oh sorry sweetie, I was so caught up in my book", she said half paying attention, half still caught up in her book. "Nah really? Anyways, when are we leaving for dinner?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "In about thirty minutes", she replied. "Why?" "Just wondering." I replied. I silently walked back up the stairs to my room. I hurried over to my laptop to check my MySpace, I was addicted to that place. What can I say, I'm a MySpace whore.
"Sophieeee" I heard my sister yell for the third time. "Let's go" "Hold on! I'm coming!" I yelled back. "God! No one in this family has any patience!" I thought to myself as I closed my laptop. I quickly grabbed my Abercrombie jacket and ran down the stairs. We all piled into the back of my mom's Saturn, and left for dinner. I sat in the back, texting Dylan with my sister sitting beside me texting God knows who. Anyways, Dylan is this really hot guy that I met at the mall. He has long blonde hair with gorgeous blue eyes. "Yummy" I thought to myself, I mean seriously, this guy was freaking god. He looked like he could have come from one of those Abercrombie pictures.
I guess my mom could tell I was texting a guy by the smile on my face, or maybe it was the drool coming out of my mouth… Either way, she could tell something was up. "So, who's the new boy, Soph?" my mom asked, half wondering, half trying to annoying me. My mom has been bothering me lately about how I've been talking to a lot of guys, and it was really starting to get to me. "Mommm" I said. "What? I'm just wondering who the boy for this week is." She replied.
I looked at my sister, who's mouth was gaping open, for some help, but she was too shocked to say anything. Well after all the stress of the week, and that comment, let's just say… Well I lost it. I snapped. "What the hell! Why are you being such a fucking bitch?!" I screamed. "Isabella Sophia Tillman!" my mom and dad screamed at the same time. "Dad stay out of this!" I said "Mom you're always butting into my life! Why can't you just leave me alone for five minutes?" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. My moms face instantly reddened and her eyes were blood shot. She turned to face me and started yelling at me. Something about treating elders with respect, but I zoned out. I really wasn't in the mood for her shit. All of the sudden Emma screamed "MOM!" but it was too late for us to do anything, the truck was slamming into us.