My name is Martha Washington Gates, why is this so important you ask? Because my daddy is Benjamin Franklin Gates. And he's the coolest treasure hunter in the world.
Me, I am fifteen years old, and live in the big huge house on the street, cause that's what my dad bought when he found the treasure. And then he went back and found another treasure, he is just too cool.
"Dad, I'm going to a party tonight," I announced as I climbed down my humongous steps I call a staircase.
"Who's party?" my dad asked.
"Tiffany's," I shrugged.
"Is her parents going to be there?" Dad asked.
"Of course dad," I said. "I'm going to be late for school, I'll see you tomorrow, I love you," I told him giving him a hug.
"I love you too," he said hugging me back.
"So can you not wait for the party tonight?" Tiffany asked.
"Yeah sure," I shrugged, I am really only going for moral support. I'm not much into the party scene. I was carrying around the book that my father gave me on the freemasons on my birthday a few weeks ago, and I am completely obsessed with that.
So both me and Tiffany sat down on a bench, we were waiting for the bell to ring for class. So I opened my book and started to read.
"Martha, I tell you this because I love you, but you got to stop reading this junk," Tiffany said making me put down the book.
"What are you doing, this book is priceless," I whine.
"More like useless, not a lot of people care about history anymore, because that's living in the past," Tiffany said. "No wonder you don't have a boyfriend," she added.
"I'll just have to find someone who likes the same thing as me," I scoffed, she bugs me sometimes, but she is my only real friend.
"You're not going to find any of those right now, except at the geek table do you want to sit there?" Tiffany asked pointing over to the table.
The table was filled with geeks with black rimmed glasses, and bow ties. Horrible fashion sense, and horrible acne.
"No I don't, but I'm not going to change who I am, please just accept me," I pleaded with my one and only friend.
"I accept you, but the hot boys at my party might not, including the incredibly hot Blake Poole," Tiffany said taking a swig of her energy drink.
"Dude, he's like a brother to me," I reminded Tiffany.
"O duh, I forgot, but what about Vince Locke," Tiffany teased.
Tiffany knows that I have had a crush on him for so long. I don't know what it's about his eyes, his hair, or his all around incredible hotness. But I really like him unfortunately he won't give me the time of day.
"He is?" I asked completely dumbfounded.
"Yeah, and I might get him to talk to you, all you have to do is leave this at home," Tiffany said holding up my freemasons book.
"Okay, but you have to drive me home first," I begged.
"Anything for a friend," Tiffany smiled.
I ran into my house, and nearly ran over my father.
"Hold on there, kid I thought you were going to Tiffany's tonight," my father asked.
"I was… I mean I am, it's a long story daddy, but it starts out with me reading your Freemasons book to Tiffany promising that I could speak to Vince," I rambled.
"Wait, what? A boy," My father stuttered.
"Yes dad, a boy it's not uncommon," I said sarcastic.
"You know, you get that sarcasm from your mother," he asked me.
"Yes, you tell me that all the time, so I need to ask mommy if I can borrow one of her party dresses," I said.
"No daughter of mine is going out in a cocktail dress at the age of fifteen," my mother said coming into the room.
"Mother has final say," my father simply said.
"But come on please!" I pleaded. "It's my first real party, and a boy is going to be there, I don't have anything but T-shirts and jeans," I told them.
"Who's fault is this? I've asked you time after time if you wanted to go get something more formal and you kept on saying no," my mother said.
"Please mommy," I pleaded.
"End of story," my mother said.
"I can't believe this," I huffed stomping up the stairs.
I told Tiffany I'd be there at six. Now, I don't even know if I want to go anymore, it all sucked.
My father came in after I took a shower and was dressed in my pajamas, trying to figure out what to wear.
"You're not mad at me are you?" He asked.
"No, I'm mad at mom, why can't she just let me wear one of her dresses just this once, it's not like Vince will suddenly notice me after this party anyways," I muttered.
"So what is up with this boy anyway," my father asked.
"He's just really gorgeous, but everyone at school thinks I'm a nerd with a fashion sense," I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I like having my face in a book about history fifty percent of the time," I simply said.
"What's wrong with that, you know I've found that people will laugh and call you a nerd, while they go off and play their football, and other crap like drink and smoke, and they call us losers," my Father started. He was going into the whole, you might be a loser now, but a ten years from now they will be the losers, speech. "half the kids I went to school with are either dead or on Welfare, and look at me sweetie, I not only found one treasure but I found two," he said.
"I know daddy, but I just one night of not being a nerd," I told him.
"Okay, maybe this can be our little secret, but your mom left for a convention, I'll let you break into her closet," my father said.
"Really?" I smiled.
"Yes, really," my father said.
"Thank you thank you! Daddy!" I screamed jumping up and hugging him.
"Anything for my little girl," he said.
I found this really nice slim fitting dress. It was a little short, but I'll manage. I matched it with a pair of my flip-flops, and the gold bracelet that my father gave me when I was born.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"Thank you daddy, can you drive me to Tiffany's" I asked.
"Sure honey, you also need to not spill anything on that dress," he said. "Your mother will kill me," he assed.
"I know," I smiled as we headed out the door.