Huntington.

Huntington.

-Warning: It's about to get girly up in here!- Emily Huntington, that's a common name around town. Emily's parents are rich, and I mean rich! She has always had everything she wanted! The clothes, house (more like mansion), cars, everything! Emily just turned 18 and she wants more. She doesn't want her normal, everyday life anymore! She wants to get in the clubs, meet guys, and maybe settle down.

published on February 24, 20156 reads 6 readers 4 not completed
My Morning <3

My Morning <3

My phone rings my alarm. I don't care that I already graduated high school, but I need an alarm. It takes a while to actually be ready to greet the day. I clap and my lights click on. When I look around my enormous room, I feel happy. The walls are a pale pink, the curtains made of white lace, my desk has all of my planners and pens. My eyes fall on my kitty. I named her Diamond purely because she reminds me of a diamond! Not only does she have white, beautiful fur, but she has a diamond studded collar. She purrs quietly as she dreams of sweet things.
I get out of bed and yawn. I make my bed, which has pink and white floral designs. That's my favorite design. I walk over to my closet and open the double doors. This is literally the best part of my room. It's no Barbie closet, but it sure as heck is close. The lights click on right when I open the doors. I have racks that hold specific clothing pieces, all of which are color-coded. I walk to the workout section. 15 sets of workout clothes, including jogging clothes and regular gym clothes, hand on the metal rod. I look through and pick out a teal sports bra and shorts. They feel so nice in my hands. I walk to the mirror and change. It looks fine, and it is actually hot enough to wear this. Florida gets pretty warm.
When I leave my closet, Diamond is up and stretching. I go to her and pet her. She purrs under my fingers. I smile.
"Em, are you coming?" I hear my mom call. I walk down the stairs and pull my hair into a ponytail.
"Give me a second to brush my teeth." I say and walk back up the stairs. I walk into my bathroom, which is also pink. I grab my toothpaste and toothbrush. When I look in the mirror, I realize that I haven't put an inch of makeup on. I don't wear a full face, but enough so that if anyone sees me, I don't look like a hag. I am a common name in this town, so I have to look decent, even to the gym.
After I look halfway decent, I walk downstairs. I hug my mom. I grab my keys off the hook and walk out of the front door. My Mercedes sits in the driveway. I know it's not the best car, but my parents took my Porsche because I went over my weekly allowance. I bought to many shoes.

I get home and I feel hot and sweaty. Johnathan, our chef, is in the kitchen cooking eggs and bacon. But I don't like eggs or bacon. I walk up to my bathroom and run my shower. I don't wait for the water to get hot. I strip my sticky clothes off and jump right in. It feels so nice when the water bullets drill onto my back. They sting at first, but it cools me down. For some people, warm water relaxes them, but cold water relaxes me. Living in heat gets annoying, so this is nice. I work shampoo into my hair, washing out sweat and grease. There's nothing worse than dirty hair, seriously. I finish up washing down, and I get out of the shower. I wrap up in my soft, pink towel. I pull on my plush robe and wrap my hair in another smaller version of the towel.
"Honey, we're eating now!" My mom calls. I walk down into the kitchen. I smile at Johnathan and walk to the blender. John set out all of my favorite fruits; strawberries, blueberries, and a banana. I put them in, they were freshly chopped. I pour some milk in. I wait for it to finish blending and pour it into my cup. My phone buzzes; I hadn't even realized I put it in my pocket on my robe. I answer it.
"Hey, Em!" My best friend, Cassie says when I answer.
"Hey, Cass!" I say and I sit down. My parents never question me being on my phone, ever; they like that I am so social.
"I need a HUGE favor!" She pretty squeals in my ear.
"Okay, hit me." I laugh and sip my smoothie. Yum.
"Okay, so I want to throw this HUGE party at my house tomorrow. But, I need you to help me! I'm so lost!" She sounds like she's pulling her signature pouty lip.
"Okay, I got you babe!" I say, jokingly. "If I get half credit, since I'll be doing all of the work."
"Thanks babe! It's a "After Graduation Party That Cool People will be at" kind of party. Get the jist?"
"Yeah, it's cool. I'll do invites, food, decorations, and music. You just show up in a pretty dress." I don't mind the work; that's what I'm built for. I'm pretty much a workaholic.
"Thanks babe! Kisses!" She makes a smooching sound and hangs up.
My mom turns and looks at me. "You're going to be busy?" She looks excited, probably because people will know that I throw the best parties.
"What's new?" I sip on my smoothie.
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sleepysuga
Really good so far.
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staygold
Nicely done!!!
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Thanks!
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