Mistaken Identity

"Ms. Bisson it's time to wake up," I heard similar to my alarm. I groan.

"I don't wanna," I replied in a childless tone. My face showing a pout.

"Ms. Bisson the plane landed thirty minutes ago, Mr. Carter has being waiting for you in his car." That brought me back reality. I took off my glasses and rubbed my sleepy eyes. I reluctantly stand up and grap my bags. I looked at the airhostess that was straddling Carter. I cut my eyes and mummer "Pathetic," enough for her to hear. I quickly came out of the Private plane.  I didn't care if she heard me. Who straddles someone in front of people? She's  a complete bitch.

I saw a black Mercedes. The windows were down and a set of emarld eyes staring at me. I entered the car on the opposite side. As soon as I entered the car the chauffeur, start the engine. I sat across from Cater. He had all his attention of his phone, texting away. He was obviously trying to avoid a conversation with me. I followed and took out my phone along with my earphones.

Chris Brown-Love More ft Nicki Minaj starts playing. I love Rap mix with R&B, I loved music. It is my escape from this cruel world. Music takes me a place free of worries. All my problems cease to exist when I listen to music.

the danger that came with dancing. I loved when cops will run us down in the park. I loved dancing itself. That was my secret not even my sister knew about it. I told her I spent time at the library and she believed. She never entered in the library to see if I was telling the truth because she was too popular to be caught in a library. At that time of my life I was a secret rebel. I didn't dance as often as I did as a teen. That reminds me, today was

"I'll miss you my friend. Thanks for your help. Bye." I ended the call. Carlos is the closest friend I had after my sister and I didn't let anyone else in. Carlos was gay best friend and also best friend.

where never my type I just simply prefer girls with red-hair." I heard the voice behind me said. I quickly turned around, to see who was brave enough to

to see my gay friend in front me. I hugged him immediately and he laughed. He quickly release me and took a seat in the empty spot

to

I replied. I dyed my hair so I wouldn't look like my twin who had broke

  "No shit Sherlock," he said. I rolled

out the tainted windows of the Mercedes. I continue staring that until I saw the car being turned into a mansion. It was of cream color,

only was this home beautiful, It was also close to