A/N:Okay, so I deleted my first ever story, the one called Priceless love because 1.) I hated that story because I have many ideas floating i my mind but can't write them 2.) I don't know what will happen after the ball. So this is a new story I thought of that I will never delete... I promise!
Chapter 1: The Great Escape of Zia Rashid
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"Zia!" my mom, Eleanor said "Hurry up, we have a family interview, remember?"
"Coming!" I said and immediately changed my clothes, from t-shirt and blue jeans, it became a sleeveless floral dress that's two inches below my knee cap and black heels. I hate this!
I went down and saw my dad Matthew Rashid, the President of the United States. He was wearing his suit while mom was wearing a sky blue bussiness suit. Her jet black hair was tied in a bun.
"Hurry!" she said and grabbed her purse and I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you rolling your eyes Zia?" dad asked
"Nothing." I said
"Untie your hair. Your high ponytail doesn't match your dress, ask your mom to tie it up for you. NOW." He said
I let loose of my long black hair (which I hated, seriously, it's summer and my hair is so long)
My mom hurriedly dragged me upstairs and tied my hair in a half ponytail.
"Here we go," she said and dragged me outside, seriously, am I some doll you can just drag around?
I went inside the limo with my mom and dad. When we got to the garden where we were supposed to be interviewed, I slumped on one of the chairs and groaned.
"Why do we have to go to this stupid interview?" I complained
"Because, you're sixteen and the president's daughter." My mom answeredputting on some make-up.
"That doesn't make sense!" I screamed
She laughed which kind of pissed me "Zia, darling life doesn't make sense!"
"Yeah," I said getting my phone from my bag. I texted my friend Jaz.
"Yo Jaz!" I said
"What's up Zia?" she said
"Nothing, I'm just here preparing for a stupid inerview."
"Really? Well, I'm hanging out with Walt."
"On a date?"
"No! I gotta go now." She said and quickly added "BYE!" and hung up.
Then my father went to me and said "Get ready, Zia, they will ask you awkward questions."
"The usual." I said and sat down near my parents.
The interviewer or whatever you call her said "Today we are interviewing the President of the United States and his family."
We smiled at the girl and she asked my dad and mom a lot of questins, some were political that I can't understand the she asked me a really disturbing question, "Zia, do you have a boyfriend?"
"N-no" I stuttered "I'm only sixteen"
"But some girls already have boyfriends at your age." She said
"Oh, that's because I usually sit at home." I said "And chat with my friends"
"Okay, well, guys you hear that the beautiful Ms. Rashid is single." She said.
After the interview we all went home for a nice litte "chat"
My dad sat in his chair while mom and I on the couch. They were drinking tea while I was drinking orange juice.
"So," my dad said "Got any guy friends lately?"
"Nope," I said "Guys are stupid anyways."
"Zia," he said "Show respect to the opposite gender."
"But does the opposite gender show respect to us women?"
"Zia," my mom said "Your dad's thinking you should have a boyfriend"
"What?" I stood up "I'm capable of having a boyfriend mom!"
"What about that fine young man who's been courting you? His name is Edward, right?" dad asked
"Dad," I said "This is not Twilight. My name is Zia not Bella, and his name is Eddison not Edward"
"Sorry," my dad said
"If you want me to have a boyfriend, you should et me hang oput with boys more." I said
"No," he said "Those boys are poor."
"Since when have you cared about their status!" I said "We were once poor, right?"
"Zia-."
"Dad! I still remember when I was four that you would be rejected in job applications? And mom was a maid?"
"Yes, Zia, but that's the past."
"Then why do you care about their status?"
"Zia-."
"Then, you hate broke people?"
"Yes Zia, they're nothing but bringing the country down."
I wanted to scream
"Then I don't want you to be my father!" I screamed "I'm broke too, dad! I only depend on your money!"
I rushed upstairs and packed my stuff. I decided to escape later.
It was a cold tonight. I was wearing a purple tank top, black skinny jeans and a black jacket and black leather boots. I went in the bathroom and grabbed my scissors and started cutting my hair the way I want it. It was now trimmed along the jawline and longer in front so that it swept over my eyes. I put on some eyeliner so that no one noticed me. I grabbed my backpack and quietly went down. I went outside and grabbed some cash. I took the keys to my motorcycle and rode to my friend Jaz's house.
A/N: Okay so that's it the first chapter...Love it? Well, review, anyways, I'm so sorry for deleting my other story. But why don't we have a little game. Okay, so here:
In A circle house.
There are four members of the family, all were busy doing something, the twins were playing in their bedrooms while the grandma was sewing in the corner. The mother and father were in the bedroom talking with each other. Then the phone rang and the mother answered it. When she came back the father was dead. But all were busy doing something, who killed the father?
The winner will be announced in the next chapter/upload thank you!