Second chapter I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 2
Ally's POV
3 days later
Ok, just finished decorating my new bedroom, I love it, I have a huge walk-in wardrobe, my bedroom is red, with oak flooring, I have a super king-size bed, a plasma TV, 3 couches which are leather that you just sink into, I have a vanity unit with all my make-up on and in it, I have an oak desk, for school work and I have 5 bookshelves full of books, though behind 1 bookshelf there is a secret room, where I keep all my spy stuff, you pull a book and it is revealed to you, but what's special about the book is that it scans your fingerprints, and if your fingerprints don't match the bookcase won't open and the book will come out like a normal book that you can read, very clever. I also have an en-suit, with a huge Jacuzzi, and a bath, a shower and all the essentials like a toilet and a sink. I love this house, it has a huge pool, and I can cook whenever I want, because it has an epic kitchen and I have my own personal music room, YAY. My dad has bought me a red Lamborghini convertible, with wooden dashboard and Italian leather seats, it's sits 2 people, my mom sent me a red motorbike, I love it, it's fast, streamline and I also fit my schoolbag and helmet under the seat, I can't wait to try that baby out double YAY.
I walk into the kitchen and start preparing dinner, beef lasagne, my dad walks in and smiles at me, and I smile back, he's also happy to be out of the city of New York, he prefers places like Miami, and I do see why, I'm loving it here. "Darling,"
"Yes, daddy," I reply looking up from the pan, where I'm cooking the minced beef.
"You do know we can hire a cook to do that, I've already hired a maid, I can get a cook also," I smile and shake my head.
"Daddy, I love cooking, I know you can hire a cook, but I'd rather do it, I never got to cook in New York, so now that I get to I'm not giving it up," I say very sternly, but I have a smile on my face, my dad puts his hands up in surrender, I'm pointing my spatula at him, he's also smiling.
"Ok, ok don't shoot me it was just a suggestion," he tells me, I smile and get back to my cooking, I hear my dad leave the room and go into the living room, I then hear the football, men. I begin to hum a tune under my breath, I then start to sing the tune and I realise it's 22 by Taylor Swift, I love that song.
After I finish cooking, dad and I have dinner, I loved it, and I haven't had lasagne since my mom went to Africa, 7 months ago. My dad looks at me, "Yes," I ask. He sighs.
"What, daddy," I ask worried. He smiles, and I'm confused.
"It's just, I can't believe my little girl, has grown up without me knowing," I smile and shake my head.
"Daddy, I'll always be your little girl, but remember I have and will continue to grow up," he smiles.
"I know, sweetie," he takes a bite of his lasagne.
"This, is really good sweetie, almost as good as your mother's," I pout.
"Almost as good," he shakes his head.
"Yes almost as good, she has been cooking longer than you," he says smiling and shaking his head, I sigh.
"Ok, but it will be better one day," I say smiling evilly, my dad sighs, but I know he's trying to hold back a laugh; I'm very competitive with my parents, no one else, just them.
Then something comes to me, "Daddy, when am I going to school," he thinks for a bit.
"Tomorrow," I stare at him.
"Tomorrow, but I have to pick an outfit, and make sure my motorbike is fit to use," I say panicking. My dad tries, but fails to stifle his laughter. I glare at him.
"Sweetie, your perfect whatever you wear," he says after he finishes laughing, I continue to glare at him.
"Yes, but I have to make a good first impression," I pout, my dad sighs.
"Sweetie, stop worrying, you'll be fine, anyway you've done High School once, you can do it again." I sigh knowing he's right; we eat for the rest of the dinner in silence.
After dinner, I take my motorbike for a spin around the mansion's grounds, then I have a shower and I change into, my silk nightie that goes just past my knees, and I curl up on my bed and pull the covers over me and I fall instantly asleep.
I wake with a start; because We Will Rock You was screaming down my ear, my alarm, I look at the clock 6 in the morning. I sigh; I turn my alarm off, grab my dressing gown and head down stairs. I walk into the kitchen and put the kettle and get a mug out, I then get the ingredients out for chocolate chip pancakes, I whip up in a batch in about 10 minutes. I pour myself a mug of coffee to wake me up and I eat my pancakes with syrup. After I eat my breakfast and I clean up its half past 6, half an hour to get ready. I rush upstairs and have a quick shower. I walk into my walk-in wardrobe, and look at what I'm going to wear, should have decided yesterday. I pick out black 6inch stilettos, black skinny jeans that show off my curves, a red tank top, and a white cropped leather jacket. I curl my hair in big loose curls, and apply a little bit of make-up, and I'm ready. I grab my bag, my purse, my keys and my helmet. I stuff my purse in my bag as I walk down stairs, my footsteps echoed around the empty entrance hall. I walk out of the door and to my motorbike, put on my helmet, put my bag in the space under my seat, and hop on, and I zoom out of the gate at 70miles per hour and head to school.
I park in the school car park, I park quite far away. I realise I'm early by 10 minutes, but the school was nearly full by the looks of it, I begin to feel nervous. I sigh and get off my bike, I lift up the compartment under my seat and get my bag out and put my helmet in the space, where my bag just was. I lock the compartment and slip my keys into my bag and I walk towards the school, my new school. I compose myself and put a smile on my face, I want to make a good first impression. I confidently walk to the entrance, when I begin to panic, the nerves getting to me. I stop and look back at my motorbike, to see if I could run back, get on and get away, without anyone noticing, but even though I could, it felt wrong. I look back at the school and sigh, then I put on a smile and walk towards the entrance again, feeling more confident with every step, I walk into the High School, and I knew this was going to be my toughest mission yet.
I had to put 22 by Taylor Swift in I love that song and I love Taylor Swift, she's really talented.
Ok so I hope you liked the second chapter, review it, I love to hear your comments, well read your comments, but you get what I mean.
Next Chapter will hopefully be even better. :)