A week Later
Let me tell you something about New York's most privileged. They have everything so easy. Since the school is getting boatloads of money from the parents they make sure that each student is able to pass all the classes, making classes super easy. I bet I can sleep through my classes and still pass the weekly tests.
So why when I was kick out, I didn't feel a thing I don't know. Lady Lana isn't ready to tell Grams I got kicked out, so she stashed me in her spacey apartment. She even has a 8-foot hot tub in the bathroom.
"Samantha I going to be at work so see you later!" Lady Lana yells. I ignore her as I make myself some cereal. She sighs as she shuts the door. "Don't forget to reflect on why you aren't at school today." She says through the door.
"Okay." I reflect on my last day of school. I hadn't mean to yell all those things at Charlotte like that but, I was getting fed up with her comments about me. And Lady Lana. By the way just because I stood up for Lady Lana doesn't mean I am suddenly her biggest fan. She told the school I was related to her. Not that I was her daughter.
"Sammy you did the right thing the wrong way." I scold myself. I smile as I pour the rest of my cereal down the drain. Time to explore New York.
Raiding Lady Lana's collection of wigs, make-up, and outfits, I can't even recognize myself. With my know black hair and fishnets you can't even says God bless you in front of me. With a camera and a credit card I am ready to put on my tourist act.
"You take a picture of me." I demand a boy a little younger than me. Time to put on my tough act. His hands shake nervously as he snaps a picture of me in front of a warning no trespassing sign. I hold up a peace sign. I take picture or random thing and myself near random things. I adopt a British accent after hearing a couple talking.
I love how everyone scoots away from me when I look at them. Like I was going to eat them. People should really embrace the differance happily. I make the mistake of not bring my skateboard so I buy a new one. I love the familia feeling of the sidewalk under my board. People give me weird glances as I pass them. I talk my time returning to my new home even walking up 24 flights of stairs.
"Samantha I have been worried about you?" Lady Lana explodes the second the door opens ( she hides the key under the welcome rug ).
"What is the to worry about I am old enough to take care of myself." I say, Sitting on the kitchen counter my new black high-tops ( you can't believe the number of thrift stores in downtown New York) swinging.
"You are 15, I didn't do this kind of things when I was your age." She yells at me. How dare she?
"What where you doing when you were 15?" I ask her. " What... Mom?"