Her
Mirror in hand, she waltzed into the room like she owned the place. Well technically she did own the place ever since her mother and father died in a horrific “car” accident. She was left alone with nothing but a mansion, thousands of pounds and as many helpers she could ask for, sure she was bratty and unkind but could you blame her, her parents were “killed” in a horrific “car” accident. (Don’t roll your eyes at me we all know you’d be a little bit bratty) All she had was helpers to look after her throughout her early teens. Even know at the age of 17 she practically ruled her school, well who wouldn’t worship the best party host in the town.
Fridays were always the craziest, why you ask, because darling that’s the night every horn-dog teen finishes school or collage and there looking for something to devour. What better place to go than her house. It had the most expensive booze, best dancing space and if you wanted you could sneak of to one of the many unused bedrooms. If you didn’t you was either a nerd or wasn’t invited even the little tarts who hated her guts came just because they knew they wasn’t going to get into a better party. All the hot dudes fancied her. Well why wouldn’t they she was magnificent (if i do say so myself).
Although she could get anyone she wanted she had never had a boyfriend before , no one in this town or any other towns perked her interest’s, but what she didn’t know was that she hadn’t met every single male in her town there was one particular male that has a very big part in this tale. His name is Noah .......
