Hey everyone, Shelby here:) so this is a story I've been working on for a while now and I hope you like it. I am working on getting pictures up on my page, and I hope you like them, too. So review please, and have a good read!

Chapter One

The plane took off into the bright blue sky that I knew all too well here in California.

It wasn't the first time I had been out of state, but it would be the last moments I would ever be here. My parents had died not a week ago and now I was being shipped off to live with my grandmother. I had never even met her, but she had demand I go to her the moment she got the phone call.

I was flying first class, so it was clear the old bag had money. But I felt so out of place, I was only dressed in a black leather tank, skirt, flip flops, and the necklace grandma had sent me the day before I left. It was a black heart with lace wrapping around it.

But the people around me were on fancy cell phones and sleek laptops, dressed in white pearls and stilettos. I had a seat by myself, and there weren't more than 7 people in first class. A movie was playing but I paid it no mind.

I had my auburn locks down in low pig tales, pressed up to the window when a stewardess with a big smile came up to me. "Are you Lydia Jones?" she asked, bending down to where her pencil skirt looked short, and he legs stayed straight.

"Yes?" I said, turning my full attention to her.

"You have a call from a Miss Rosalie Jones." She handed me a silver, thin phone and I put it to my ear, she didn't leave.

"Hello? Lydia? Its grandma!" she shouted at me like I couldn't here.

"Hi grandma," I said simply. I could practically feel her smile through the phone.

"Are you aboard?" She asked.

"Yes grandma, the plane just took off."

"Wonderful! I cannot wait to see you! You are just going to love the house; I'll have James warm the bath for you when you get here, have a nice trip."

"Oh, okay?" I didn't mean it as a question, but James? Did she have a butler? A moment later the line went dead and I handed the phone back to the women, who smiled and disappeared. Some of the older people stared at me and I just looked away.

I felt like a weed in a garden of beautiful, rich roses.