*Authors Note*
So for the sake of this story I'm making Ana the same age as Christian, 15 years old. Enjoy and Review
Christian POV:
Another day of boring, hopeless school then I come home to another high tea and "society" meeting that I'm not allowed to attend. Is this the life I was adopted into? Yep. Did I want this? No. But then again nobody asked me my opinion because I'm the angst ridden teenager.
I would probably get yelled at for taking the living room aka socialite room, to the kitchen. But I really don't give a fuck! I'm hungry and I don't like being hungry. It brings up memories of me and the crack whore when I didn't eat for days on end, oh apart from some frozen peas, because she was dead on the floor. What a childhood, I had! In my opinion, my teenage years weren't much better, yeah I sound like an ungrateful little shit but ever since I with my adopted family I ALWAYS felt like I was the bull in the china shop.
I was moved from a really little apartment to this grand house where everything was made of glass even, my feelings…
Don't get me wrong I love Grace and Carrick and my brother Elliot and sister Mia very much but they don't get me as a person.
"Excuse me" Those words brought me out of my traumatic bubble of self-wallowing. They were spoken by Elena Lincoln; my mom's (adopted) best friend and fellow socialite.
"Yeah what?" I said quickly, I really just wanted to get back to my macaroni and cheese…
"Sorry to interpret your dinner but can you show me where the bathroom is after your parents remodeled the house I can't seem to find anything I'm looking for…" She trailed off batting her eyelashes.
"It's down the hall to the right", I said uninterested in her presence.
"Thanks Christian", with that Elena walked away.
Carrick arrived home later that day, "requesting" to see me in his office.
After opening the door, I said, "Yeah what do you want?"
Carrick's smile fall off his face, "Christian, talk to me with respect! Anyway I'll get to the point of taking you from brooding around the house all day, your mother and I are worried because we have noticed you don't have many friends and every day you come home with a different injury. Do you have many friends, Christian and moreover a girlfriend, a crush, something?"
I laughed, what the fuck did he want me to say? That I would join a country club and start wearing Ralph Lauren no thanks I'm good with my Chucks and faded jeans.
"Christian I'm serious, if you don't improve your behave ..." he trailed off.
"You'll what send me to an orphanage like I should have been put in?" I smirked.
Carrick was a pretty conservative person so his next action surprised me… "Christian Grey GET OUT RIGHT NOW YOU ARE GROUNDED!", He screamed.
While walking out I said "Great pep talk dad, let's do it again some time."
**Author Note** Next chapter will have Ana in it! Reviews make me smile… let me know suggestions and Check out my other stories Laters, Hopeless Romantics!