I took deep breath as I took in the surroundings of the Upper East Side. The mannequins in the windows of designer stores were dressed in outfits that costs more than I could probably even guess. I glanced down at the paper in my hand:

Bart Bass
214 Chutney Lane
Upper East Side - Manhattan, New York

All the penthouses looked the same. I had no clue how anyone could tell them apart. Practice, perhaps. This definitely wasn't home. My mother and father separated when I was young. She took me with her to Maryland, leaving my brother and father in the East Side. She passed away about eighteen months ago. I thought I was mature enough to live by myself, until a couple of months ago when the police beat down my door. Apparently, fifteen year olds shouldn't be living on their own, no matter how mature they are.

A couple of girls stared me down and giggled at my appearance. I definitely didn't fit in with their designer mini dresses and pumps. My hair wasn't in perfected styles either. My brown hair fell lazily past my shoulders, curling into loose ringlets. I didn't wear much makeup, if any. I just dusted my eyes with eye shadow and put on a little mascara in the train. My torn jeans, beat up Vans, and graphic t-shirt didn't do me much justice either. I just wanted to scowl at the people who stared and tell them a few profane words, but I'd like to make a good impression on the place I now will call home.

I reached my destination, surprised at the size of the place. It was much bigger than my house back home. Heck, all of these houses were. Being from a small town in the middle of nowhere, Maryland had sure made me marvel this place. I rang the doorbell and took a deep breath. To my surprise a younger boy answered the door. He wasn't completely horrible looking. His short brown hair was slicked back and he was very well put together in a Lacoste polo and dress pants. He didn't look much older than me at all, maybe a few years.

"Yes?" His deep voice crooned to me. He leaned against the doorway and looked me up and down, a grin forming on his full lips.

"Hello," I bit my lip in nervousness. Improvisation time, kids. "Is Mr. Bass living here?"

"Well, you're looking at Mr. Bass," His grin grew wider and I could almost hear the perverted comments he was thinking. Great.

A blonde, tall girl who looked to be his age as well walked up to the door. She smiled in a friendly fashion while she grimaced at the boy and shoved him out of the way, "Hey. Sorry about him," She rolled her eyes, "If you're looking for Bart Bass, he just stepped out. He should be back soon though. Come in though," She held the door open wide enough for me to step in.

I timidly walked inside. The interior looked like something inside a catalogue. Everything was spotless, even the white couches that decorated the living room. I definitely knew I wasn't in Maryland anymore.

"I'm Serena, and this is my stepbrother, Chuck," The girl said and extended her hand, smiling.

"I'm Emily," I smiled gently and shook their hands.

"Well, Miss Emily, what brings you here?" Chuck said, leaning against a vanity that was in the hallway. I could feel his gaze burning into places in my body that I knew he shouldn't be doing.

"Um, I'm actually here to meet my father," I bit my lip and looked away, pretending to be glancing at more of the decorations.

"Why are you here then?" He chuckled slightly and stood up straight, crossing his arms.

"Because I believe I'm your sister," I looked at him, waiting for the fireworks to erupt.