The limo came to a stop and everyone got out of the car. Kristina walked the familiar path to the customs desk and stood behind Michael, waiting for her turn.

"Kristina!" Pierre, the passport checker exclaimed when he saw her.

"Pierre," she said, amused. "I haven't seen you in ages. How are you. I can't believe I ran into you here."

"Dad, Carly, everyone, this is Pierre. He's Farrah's brother, remember, my friend from Paris," Kristina added.

They all exchanged hellos until Sonny insisted his family get onto his private jet.

Thalia immediately started complaining about the long flight, and Kristina didn't feel like hearing it. She sat in her seat, put her buckle on, and pressed play on the CD player, where her favorite Hootie and the Blowfish CD was waiting to be played.

She blocked out all the other noise, thinking how cool Martinique would be for her, now that she was eighteen. She could go clubbing, drink, pretty much whatever she wanted, since the laws there were different than the ones in America.

"And," Kristina thought hopefully, "I can escape Morgan's over-protectiveness, since he won't be able to do any of that... but then again, Michael can, so I might not be off the hook. Damn it, I wish they weren't so over-protective."

Morgan sat down next to her and placed the extra pair of headphones over his ears, but neglected to plug them in.

"What are you doing?" Kristina questioned, giving him a strange look.

"Just waiting for the plane to take off," Morgan explained.

"Oh." Kristina took her own headphones off and added, "I'll wait for you. By the way, are you going to your junior prom, or the senior one even?"

"Definitely junior prom, and I want to go to senior prom this year, but I don't have a senior date. Do you have a date yet?"

"Well, I was supposed to go with Joey, but now he's engaged– I still don't know what happened there– but now I don't know who I can go with. I don't want to go alone, you know? Kristina told him.

"Well, someone will ask you soon. I mean, you're beautiful, and easily the most popular girl in school," Morgan said to his sister.

"Thanks, Morgan," she said smiling, but she wasn't very happy about what he said. Kristina already knew she was beautiful and popular. She was the envy of all her friends, who claimed she had everything– but she wanted people to see past the labels. She didn't want to be known as the "Penthouse Princess" anymore.

"I'm not different from anyone else, just because I have money," Kristina thought, but at the same time she was wondering why she couldn't have a normal life, like everyone else.

This chapter was kind of dragged out, but I needed to put it in so everyone knows how Kristina feels about her life and situation at this point. I was actually planning to make Pierre a love interest for Kristina, but in the later chapters Kristina is just a little bit high maintenance, and I couldn't see her with someone like Pierre.