I awoke in the morning to the loud, obnoxious thunder that roared against my mansion walls and windows.

Oh wait... I guess I should say my old mansion, since today is move out day.

After stretching, I made my way into my well lit, silver bathroom to get ready for this tragic day. Afterwards, I went into my large closet and picked out an all black ensemble. Yes, I wear what I feel. And today I feel depressed, so I might as well turn goth.

And I know what you're thinking, 'Daisy, how could you possibly go about your day, without taking your daily morning selfie?' Well people, I already told you that I am now depressed and goth, so taking selfies does not match my aesthetic anymore.

Sighing, I grabbed my luggage and rolled it with me down the long, plush carpeted, winding stairwell. Oh how I will miss these steps.

I went into the spacious kitchen to grab something to eat. Great, I have to make my own breakfast now since the chef has been let go. I angrily took out a yogurt cup, a Fiji water bottle and two eggos, since I remembered that I do not know how to cook.

After the eggos popped out of the toaster, I grabbed everything and sat at the table near the large window. I watched as the rain drizzled down the cool glass. Even the weather matches my mood.

I heard mother fast clicking into the room while I watched the fastest raindrop made its way down the window. "Muffin, you'll never guess what just happened!" She said eagerly.

'Oh my days, we must be rich again! Yes! I have been cured of depression!'

"We got all of our money back, and I can now change out of these dark clothes?!" I happily asked.

"Oh sugar bear, I wish," she pouted.

Depression: back on.

"Well then why are you so happy?" I asked monotoned, sticking a spoonful of yogurt into my mouth.

"You're aunt Hana and cousin Natalie, have invited us to live with them," she said, smiling.

Oh no. No, no, no, no. I refuse to stay with those fashionably incompetent people! We haven't even spoken to them in years, why would they even invite us?

"Mother, tell me you didn't agree to this?" I asked sincerely.

"Yes, I did."

"But why?!" I demanded

"Well sweetie, I don't know if you've noticed, but we are kind of stuck in a rock and a hard pace," she said.

I sighed at her vocabulary faux pas. "place," I corrected her.

"Yeah that," she smiled. "We leave in an hour. In the meantime, I'm going to celebrate with cake."

Thinking nothing of it, I took a sip of water. I then spat it out when I saw her eating an actual piece of chocolate cake. No, not her usual rice cakes, I mean the sugar and fat loaded dessert. This woman has officially lost her mind. Should she really be left in charge of my well being?

Not being able to watch anymore of that tragedy, I strolled around the basically now empty manor. All of my memories growing up here will soon vanish.

Time passed and it was time to say goodbye to life as I knew it. Walking out of the mansion, all of our luxurious cars were gone. The Rolls Royce, Audi, G-Wagons, Range Rovers, Bentleys, the cherry red Lamborghini, the dark blue Ferrari, the midnight black Mercedes benz SL and AMG. GONE! Mother said they had to be auctioned off. Even my brand new, silver Porsche Boxster!

We put our luggage in the trunk and backseat of mother's old, white Mercedes. She got to keep this one because she had it before she and daddy got married. It was her first car that she bought herself from saving up when she was young. See, mommy actually had to work to help support herself before she met daddy and got married. He's been the one to take care of her after that. Well, until yesterday.

As we drove away from the life of luxury, we started going further into areas I didn't recognize. Granted that I've never traveled anywhere near the border of East L.A.

After running over another pothole on the poorly paved street, I saw only a few little run down stores here and there. Not a single Starbucks in sight. What poor excuse of a neighborhood is this?

"How much further do we have to go?" I asked, slumping in the passenger seat.

"Only a few more minutes," mother said.

We soon arrived at a small, cheap little home. The grass was mostly yellow, and the single street light had an entire bulb missing from it! A hobo probably stole it or something.

Great, so I am broke, single, depressed, goth, and now I am about to live in this shack. What did I ever do to deserve this kind of cruel torture?

The sky was cloudy grey, and the streets were still a bit damp from the rain that had finally stopped. I adjusted my black Dior sunglasses as I opened the door, only to get tackled by a girl around my age, 17.

"Oh, get off of me! This is Dior, you hobbit!" I snapped at the girl.

She soon released me from her embrace. "Sorry," she giggled. "I'm just so glad to finally see you again 'cuz."

I arched an eyebrow. 'cuz'? This poorly moisturized girl must have me mistaken for someone else. Does it look my name is something so stupid as 'Cuz'?

"Darling, this is your cousin Natalie. Remember?" Mother spoke up, coming around to my side.

No.

I took a look at the girl. She was slightly taller than my adorable, 5'2 stature. Her hair was up in a dark brunette ponytail, and she was fairly decent to look at. You know, if you squinted your eyes and was in a dimly lit room. Her dull, medium tanned skin clearly needed a deep exfoliation, and her black orbs could use a bit of mascara. I would totally give her a makeover if I was into doing charity work.

"Where's your mom?" Mother happily asked her.

"She's inside preparing dinner for us all," Natalie smiled. "Oh here, let me help get your bags," she said as she went over to the trunk, pulling out some of our luggage.

"Why bother? Just go tell the butler to come do it," I said slightly confused.

She then burst out into a cackling mess. I guess that was her ugly way of laughing. "Oh, 'cuz, you're so funny! We don't have a butler!"

There she goes with that hideous name again. "Daisy will do just fine," I said as I gave the grim area another look. The streets smelled of mediocrity and cheap polyester. Grabbing nothing, I made my way over to the shabby shack- I mean house.

Quickly taking out a tissue from my black Dior handbag, I used it to move the chipped, small, white picket fenced door out of my way. No way am I touching that with my bare, delicate, perfectly painted hand. Plus, are these people dense? This short little gate would surely keep no one out from trying to rob them, not that they had anything anyway.

Stepping inside, I got hit with a whiff of a strange aroma. It didn't smell necessarily bad, just different. Could it be that so-called food that aunt Hana was making?

"Oh my! Daisy, look at how big you've gotten!" Aunt Hana said, embracing me in a hug.

What is up with these two and hugging without consent?! And did she just call me 'big'?! I'm a size 4, thank you very much!

Stepping back, I took a look at the woman I hadn't seen since I was around ten. She looked a lot like mother, only less pretty and skinny. Wow, she could use a little makeover as well. And what is she wearing? FLANNEL?!

"Daisy, are you alright?" She asked me, a worried look on her face.

"Hm?" I asked, getting out of my thoughts. "No, I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

"Oh you poor thing, you must be exhausted from everything happening," she said as she gave me a sad look.

Okay. I officially hate these people. First she calls me 'big', and now she is throwing it in my face that I am now 'poor'. Judging by the looks of things, she's one to talk.

I narrowed my glare at her through my blacked out sunglasses when mother and Natalie walked through the door, carrying all of the luggage.

"Hana! How's my older sister been?" Mother said.

"Better than most, worse than some," aunt Hana laughed before giving her a hug.

"Come on Daisy, I'll take you to where you'll be sleeping," Natalie said, grabbing my luggage.

"Oh Natalie, why don't you show Daisy around. I'm sure she would love to meet some of your friends," aunt Hana smiled.

'Yeah, right' I thought, rolling my eyes.

"Oh that sounds splendid! Doesn't it, jelly bear?" Mother smiled.

Is she for real? First she tortures me by bringing me to this dump, and now she wants me to hang out with Natalie and her frumpy friends.

I followed the girl into a medium sized room. Hm, not too bad, maybe half the size of my bathroom.

"Well, beggars can't be choosers. This guest room will have to do for me," I said. "Oh, but someone left their garbage in here." My face scrunched up in disgust as I picked up the hideously striped shirt that was laying on the desk chair.

"Oh no, that's not garbage. That's my lucky tee shirt and all of the rest of my things," Natalie giggled.

I gave a confused look. "Soo why is it in here and not in your room?"

"This is my room."

My eyes widened in horror. "Wait.. so you mean that.. me and you will be.."

"Sharing this room! Yes, that's right!" Natalie grinned as she took me by the hand, dragging me outside. Against my will, might I add.

I stood firm on the driveway as Natalie hopped in the drivers' seat of a shabby excuse of a car.

She let down the passenger window. "Aren't you getting in?"

In this piece of heap? Psh, not a chance.

"Are you even sure this is safe?" I asked, terrified for dear life. This hunk of metal looked like it could collapse at any given second. But maybe that's what she wanted. For me to be pushing up daisies, so that she and her badly dressed mother could collect my life insurance money, then vacation in Tahiti.

"I'm positive Daisy. This baby runs like a charm," she smiled.

"Ugh, well can't we take your mom's instead?" I tried to reason.

"This is my mom's."

"Ew. Okay, well then let's take yours," I suggested.

I could tell she was getting slightly bothered when she took a deep breath. "Daisy, I don't have a car. Me and my mom share this one."

Well this is sad.

I took a brave, deep breath as I opened the creaking door. I then sat and buckled up in... my goodness, a cloth seat! Not even faux leather, bleh.

"You can use the aux cord to play whatever you'd like," she told me.

"I could just connect it to bluetooth."

"Uhm, this car doesn't have bluetooth. It's kind of old," she said a bit shyly.

"Of course it doesn't," I sighed as I just turned on the radio, trying to find a rock station.

"OMG, you like Mayday Parade, too?" She asked me happily, eyes still locked on the road.

"Yeah, who doesn't?" I giggled.

Well, I knew that my friends didn't really like pop rock. They were more into pop, and this new, trashy, mumble rap. With them growing up upper class, I have no idea why they liked the latter, seeing as they couldn't even relate to a single word spoken. So it was refreshing to have someone take a liking in my same interest.

As we both happily sang along to the lyrics, we reached a cute, quaint coffee shop. This must be where low to middle class kids go to hang out, instead of the mall or country clubs.

"This is where me and my friends come to hang out," she said, turning off the engine.

Yep, called it.

As we made our way up to the glass door, I almost got run down by a sprinting guy with a caveman beard. He was wearing a beanie hat and a red flannel shirt. Oh my goodness, he must be one of those fashionably challenged 'hipsters' I've read all about!

Scared and shocked, I accidentally stumbled back into what felt like a brick wall.

Oh but it was no wall, I turned around to see the most fine specimen of man that I've ever seen in my life...

And I just made him spill his drink all over himself...