Chapter 1 “Alicia, don’t you DARE walk out now! If you leave now I WILL

ground you. I will stop you from going to New York to see your father in the Christmas holidays! Alicia, come back right-“

That’s the last thing I here before I slam the front door and storm into the elevator, frightening our cook, Maria, just stepping out to check into work. I guess I must look quite scary though, a 14-year-old girl, hair dyed dark red and wearing turquoise thigh-high Converse.

I’m wearing them with high waisted shorts, my I ! New York t-shirt and a turquoise vest top. I customised it by cutting off part of the neck so it’s an off-the-shoulder tee, and I chopped off the bottom. Mum hates it when I wear it…so I wear it a LOT.

I press L to get to the Lobby, hoping that no one will come into the lift on the way down. That’s the thing I hate about living in a penthouse-it takes forever to get to the ground floor.

Yeah, that’s right, my families rich, blah-di-blah, ok, very good, yippee. That’s sarcasm by the way. Whenever someone comes round to my house (not very often unless it’s Laura) they’re always like Woah when I press P to get taken. I never try and act rich or posh, in fact…kinda the opposite. My Mum’s only rich because she works at a top-notch company. She went to boarding school and acts properly posh-with-knobs-on, she even has an accent that’s only partially faked. And anyway, it’s not as if my dad pays her a few thousand pounds a month for alimony. The lift stops on the 7th floor and a girl steps on. Oh great, it’s Emily. She’s this real bitch of a girl who always stares at me like I’m something disgusting on the bottom of her size eight and a half shoes. I see her get her phone out and start typing something on her Blackberry. She keeps looking at me and smirking and I get an idea. I get out my iPhone and go onto Facebook. I go onto her page and read her current status. ‘omg, stuck in a lift wiv the biggest freak in London. If i could get a pic of her u would die laughing, lol! Seriuslie, if the lift breaks down i would die, literalie! xD’ I leave a comment underneath saying, ‘Just ‘cos you’re stuck in a lift on your own, doesn’t mean you have to talk to yourself. By the way, you might want to get Spellcheck…’ Her phone buzzes as soon as I click Post and she shoots me a glare. “Gawd, sor-ry, Little Miss Posh. And what are you talking about? I can spell perfectly fine! You are just soooo W-I-E-R-D, weird!” I just laugh and turn my back to her. The doors open at the lobby and I get out, but not before she has a chance to sigh and let out a sarcastic comment about it never ending