Seven Sins, Dreoilin [read my book .TXT] 📗

We are the richest people on the block. My father is a lawyer, and my mother is a model and an interior designer. I'm an only child, and I'm their pride and joy.
My grades are always A's. In my family, anything less is unacceptable. I know people are jealous of me and everything I have. After all, I'm beautiful, smart, rich, and throw the best parties. Who wouldn't want to be me?
The mornings are always amazing. My personal maid sets out the clothes I picked out the night before, and puts my school things together. I go take a shower in my own personal bathroom. My parents only buy the best shampoos and body washes for me. After some personal grooming, I get dressed, and breakfast is made for me and my parents. We make goals for the day and the maid writes them on a white board set up in the dining room, or out on the balcony depending on where we want to eat in the morning. Then father goes to work, mother goes to her home office, and I drive to work in my silver BMW Z4.
I go to a mostly private school called Sierra Canyon in Los Angeles. I'm currently taking Government, calculus, orchestra, gym, literature, and chemistry. All of my classes are AP. I'm also on every sport team, in the drama club, on the ASB, in honor club, and in several miscellaneous clubs I joined just to be president of. I won every election.
People call me a teachers pet or overachiever. That's only because anyone with standards lesser than mine are underachievers, and doomed to be failures in their own life.
Like I said, everyone wants to be me, and those who claim they don't, secretly wish they were.
I have six best friends, and several acquaintances who are almost always invited to my parties.
It's the end of school, and I'm starting to collaborate for my annual summer bash.
As I sit in my car, rummaging through my satchel making sure all my supplies are there, I become panicked.
Alisa, my personal maid, hasn't packed my party binder.
I look around for it in the rest of my car. Maybe I never brought it home.
I find it sitting in the backseat, thick and organized like always.
Quickly I stuff it in with my other binders and head toward a bright red mustang which belongs to my friend, Lucinda.
She's the kind of girl who's been everywhere, but still has class. Girls who are jealous of her call her a slut, but she is the cleanest slut in the whole school.
We both have

Publication Date: 05-09-2012

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