Last year of school starts today and I cannot wait to get over with this hell. I quickly crossed out fourth of September on my calendar before going into my bathroom. After showering and applying a bit of makeup, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my body.
I was not ugly. Quite the opposite actually. I was nearly hitting 5 foot 8 inches, which made me taller than most girls at my school. I had an hourglass figure with D cup breasts. I had those emerald green eyes that everyone noticed on my tan skin and chocolate brown hair. I knew I was pretty, but I never let anyone use me for my beauty. I hated attention that my body might attract so, as usual, I dressed in clothes that would show no skin. The clothes didn’t make me look better but they didn’t make me look exactly bad
When I was finally ready, I took one of my favourite bags for school and walked down the stairs. I always hated that I lived on the top floor of our house. I hated stairs. But it had its pros. It was definitely worth it as I enjoyed a balcony that looked at acres of grassland and horses that peacefully grazed on it. In the night, it was even more beautiful as the moonlight and stars shined, and I enjoyed spending my evenings watching the graceful movements of majestic animals and falling stars.
“Hey, baby.“ My dad said as he kissed the top of my head. I snuggled into his shoulder as seeing him home is something that rarely happens. I cherish these kinds of moments.
“Hey, Dad,“ I said as I finally let go of him. I took his appearance in. He was wearing one of his £3000 suits from one of the top boutiques. Yep, he was one of the richest people in England. For some reason, I never became the stereotypical spoiled brat like my twin sister, Katherine. She even had a name of a bitch.
For my fortune, we are fraternal twins, so I did not have to worry about looking anything like her. She was shorter with plain brown eyes and brown hair. She was slim, but she never had the curves like I did, so she always hated me. She did everything to get the attention and I didn’t mind at all. She craved the attention and I was willing to let her have it all.
“Hope, what are you dreaming of?“ My dad brought my attention back as he passed me a plate of homemade pastries made by our amazing cook. She was talented as hell.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said as I took one of the pastries and took a bite off. A low moan escaped my lips. It was a creation of an angel. God, I love food.
“When will you be home again?“, I asked my dad when I finished my food and was ready to go to school.
“Not sure kiddo. Probably in a few days. Katherine should return from your mother today. You won’t be alone.“ He said as he opened a door for both of us. He walked out with me and opened the door to my baby, a gold Porsche Cayenne.
He kissed my forehead and whispered a small goodbye before he closed the door. I turned on the engine and sped off.
I was sitting in my first class waiting for my friends to arrive. As expected, both of them were late as always. Just as I thought of them, they both walked in singing and laughing.
“Hey, birthday girl!“ I screamed as I jumped out of my seat and engaged her in a bear hug. Sofia was turning 18 today. She was one of the oldest in our class, but she still acted like a little kid sometimes.
She had wavy ginger hair and blue eyes. She was a little shorter than I was and just like me; she had an hourglass figure. She was definitely a heartbreaker with her looks. She was one of the girls who would make a guy run after her for miles just to get rejected.
Lana was my second best friend. She was a short blonde girl. She was a stereotypical blonde girl with blue eyes. Nonetheless, I loved her dearly. I never understood why some people do not like blondes. I love Lana so much. She one of the best people.
“How does it feel to be legal?“ Lana said, and we all laughed. Soon our maths teacher walked in, and the hell started.
Finally, after four lessons of boringness, my friends and I were sitting in the cafeteria discussing plans for this Friday. We only have two days to plan and get permission from our parents as our school always starts in the middle of the week.
“So, which club are we going to?“ Sofia asked us.
“It’s your birthday, so you decide,“ I answered back even if I was already thinking of two or three cool clubs.
“Guys lets go to Electric Brixton!“ Lana said a bit too loud and few people turned around.
“Nah, this is not good enough for my 18th,” Sofia replied, and I agreed with her. We could do so much better.
“What about Heaven?“ Lana suggested another good but not good enough club. I would go there any night but Sofia’s birthday. She deserves more.
“I gave up.“, Sofia sighed after we all denied dozen of clubs. I had only one thing in mind. I quickly took my phone out and found Nick, my brother, in my contacts.
‘Hey, you know anyway too good clubs that I still don’t know about?’
While waiting for a reply, I got on with my food. After munching big plate of chicken and pasta, my stomach growled in approval.
‘Hey, sis, why you asking?’, Nick finally replied. He was studying in LSE for his masters. He was the oldest out of us three, and soon he will be 25.
‘Sofia’s 18th party. We need the best club.’ I made sure that he would understand that it’s essential for us to go to the best club so she would have the best party.
‘Fine. Called Avaritia. I’ll send the address on the day.’ he replied a minute or so later.
“Who the fûck names their club Greed?“ I accidentally said my thoughts out loud, and both of my friends turned around with confused faces.
“Sorry.“ I quickly said, and they returned to their lunch.
‘Thx.’ I quickly typed back. I decided to trust him, as he is known for getting into trouble due to over-consumption. And he was popular more like a celebrity in England due to his looks and him being next in line for our dad’s business. So he knows what the best is.
“Guys, the club is sorted. I have to go before I am late. I have a lesson with Willow today.“ I said to girls while hugging them. Willow is my thoroughbred that I rescued a year ago when I was 16. She is just like me. Sweet looking but can fûcking bite hard.
Most people have lessons today, but because of my choice of subjects, I had double free. I love my schedule.
As I was walking towards my car, I had the fortune to meet with a bitch squad. And the leader of it was, of course, my dear sister. As you can see, we don’t have such a good relationship.
“Hope, my dear sis.“ She said with a fake smile. She tried to look nice in front of everyone, but for some obvious reason, everyone knew that she was a bitch. She was a shït actress.
“Katherine.“, I acknowledge her trying to get her out of my way.
“Don’t be so rude my little sis. I just wanted to say that I want to take you shopping. Your clothes look like they are from trash.“ She said as she fiddled with a hem of my jumper. To be honest, I could not agree more, but I liked it that way.
“No, thank you. I don’t want to look like you, Katherine.“I answered back before turning around and unfortunately walking up the stairs so I can avoid her. I heard her minions laugh, but it is their choice to be stupid.
Finally, when I arrived home, I went to quickly change into to my riding attire, which was just dark blue breeches and a t-shirt. It was September, so I decided not to risk and put matching tight skin jumper as well.
As I made my way to the stables my instructor, Olivia, was waiting for me. She was a nice woman in her 30s that trained many Olympic show jumpers and their horses.
I made my way to Willow’s stable where my dad wrote with big red letters “DO NOT TOUCH. HER BITES HURT LIKE HELL!!!“ It was stupid but funny and kind of true. But she never actually bit me so I wouldn’t know. But my dad did get bitten quite a few times.
“Hi, girlie. Let’s go for a ride.“ I said to her as a clipped her halter and took her out to a grooming area.
After tacking her up, I put my boots and helmet on and took her outside to the arena.
I was currently sitting in our swimming pool with a glass of whiskey after hours of work at the stables. Do not get me wrong I do not mind it, but I do enjoy relaxing after. It was already past dinner time, but I still was not hungry, so I just decided to get a drink.
After I got out of the pool and took a shower, I went into my garden area, which was specifically made just for my dogs.
“Milo! Murphy! Angel!“ I called my puppies.
Murphy came running first. He was a two-year-old Siberian husky. He was probably the biggest out of his litter. He was definitely a big softy.
Milo and Angel were right behind him. Milo is a year old German shepherd. He was still growing, but he was already quite big. Angel was the only girl. She is a two-year-old Czechoslovakian Wolfdog. She was very pretty, and I rescued her along with Willow. They definitely had a tough life, but now they are full of life.
They were all jumping up and down waiting to let them go inside the house. My dad does not allow them inside, but when I am home, alone I always sleep with them.
Katherine sent me a quick text saying that she will not be home as she is sleeping over at her friend’s house. I knew she was lying as I saw her sneaker off with a guy few times. I knew they were dating but I just didn’t know who he was yet.
I made my way up the stairs and into my room. Puppies ran after me, and as soon as my head touched my King sized bed, they all jumped up and curled around me. Soon, I fell asleep.