Searching for Love, Found Wealth

Charles, Lord of “this person is on another call”.

I tried it again. Mrs. Bassey was heading my way so I stuck my phone inside my pocket.

“Drop that phone and answer those questions. We don’t have all time. You’ll be traveling soon” she scolded. I smiled and dug the phone into my pocket.

For one thing, I was excited I’d be leaving to a new state, the feeling of everything new. But I haven’t gotten the chance to ‘explain’ anything to Charles yet.

“So should I still contact another home-school teacher for you?” she asked while marking my assignments. I shook my head.

No need to hide at where we are going. Would want to have a normal teenage life at school. A message buzzed in.

I hurriedly dragged the phone from my pockets to view it. From Mom: “Just bought our apartment. I have even better news. On my way home”.

A smile crept my face. We’d really be leaving Cornfest. Hallelujah! I finally got to tell Charles about EVERYTHING.

He kept glancing through his phone as I spoke. “Do you have a photoshoot soon?” I asked being slightly irritated by his actions.

He shook his head. I was finally done, “So I know I should have been much nicer but… I wasn’t”.

He just smiled. “You’ll be going to Javin high school?” he asked. I nodded.

My mom had said it was the school I’d go to at Washington DC. How did this guy know?

“Well, it’s a great place. Also being the manager’s daughter would make you popular” he added.

I gasped “Who told you that!”.

My mom’s boss valued my mom’s services so much that he rejected her resignation letter and transferred her to our new place, Washington DC, as manager of one of the companies.

My mom had jumped at the opportunity, of course. It wasn’t a very big branch yet but with my mom, it would improve well.

She just told me few hours ago though. How did Charles find out! “Well, we live there. I’ll come visit soon” he was now returning to the car.

He had come with his agency’s car. I didn’t really understand this scenario. He didn’t even say anything about my half sister, Grace.

Perhaps he would later. I waved and went back to my room. I had to nap a little before we went shopping. My mom had literally withdrawn all her money from the bank here.

She was excited, so was I. Finally the D-Day came when we went to Washington. We landed in the early morning and had stayed at a hotel to sleep.

I haven’t forgotten my hotel experience with the hall coordinator lady so I made sure to hold my pass wherever I went.

Later that afternoon, she left to meet a friend who would help us get our things to the new house.

I was to stay at the hotel till her driver picked me up. I didn’t know my mom now had a driver. Well, being manager was no small deal.

By afternoon, she called telling me someone was there to pick me up, and the female was to be my assistant for a tour.

I brushed my hair and put the “proud heiress” aura. Perhaps I should be a little shitty since mom was going to be manager.

I surveyed the exit, no one looked like a driver there. How exactly should a driver look though? I just moved to the exit, perhaps whoever knew who they came to pick.

“Miss” someone called. He was a young man. He walked up to me. He didn’t look like a driver.

“Hi, My name is Kyle Drew. You can call me Kyle” he flashed his white set of teeth. I wasn’t impressed but I gave him a smile.

I looked around for the other female who was to attend to me but I couldn’t find her.

“Came alone?” I asked finally resting my eyes on him.

“Yeah, but you haven’t told me your name yet” he answered.

I smiled again and began walking towards the exit. Was a driver supposed to be this friendly? Mom called again and told me if I had seen the young man.

She used “young man” and not “my driver”. I whispered “Is he your driver?”.

Mom paused for a bit then whispered back, “Is he close? That’s the director’s son. Don’t you dare treat like your driver”. Okay, that wasn’t expected.

When I cut the call, I proceeded in asking Kyle how his day went and how his normal days around Washington were.

All with a smile, of course. He seemed surprised with my change of attitude but he went along with it. He had a cheerful personality, whatsoever.

And out the window went my “shitty attitude”, I wasn’t even good at it. He drove me to our house and left after.

The “female” was at the house. I acted nice to her too incase she turned out to be the president’s daughter.

Washington was cool and I enjoyed the tour. I almost forgot all my problems. This new life seemed easier to adjust too.

Normal days came. Mondays too. Daily day at Javin high school. I was glad we didn’t use uniforms. Repeating clothes for a hundred times in a year.

When I was introduced in the class, I had a normal welcome. No one booed like at Cornfest.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

There were other black students that seemed very comfortable at class. Guess I’ve found my dream school.

My seat mates were two Indian girls. I sat at the middle. One of them was specially pretty with her long dark hair and deep brown eyes. She had a full cheek too.

The other Indian girl was a bit disorganized, an art addict, by my analysis. Always sketching and painting.

At intervals, she would run to the sink in our class to wash poster colors and ink marks off her hands and body.

I couldn’t get her name yet. Something like “Sheeva” or “Sheena”. Not sure. She didn’t have much friends too.

Over to the popular folks, by my analysis again. I guess Jennifer was one of the most influential girls, probably in our whole school.

It was nice she’s my classmate and seatmate. Hoping we start off well.