This is a collaboration between myself, the_destroyer, Princess229, Ninjastown, and Call_Me_The_Epic_Failure. •<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>• The sunlight filtered through the embroidered drapes, illuminating the gem-studded headboard of the window seat. Its occupant shifted ever so slightly on the velvet pillows and glanced around the room. Her violet eyes noted the silky emerald canopy bed, the thick woven carpet, and the walls lightly brushed with a scarlet floral pattern. The raven haired girl padded across the spacious room, pausing at the blood red dresser to stare in the polished mirror. "What's wrong with me? How could I have let this happen?" Sammi whispered to herself, searching for an answer in her elfin features. But she couldn't find one. She never could. A low purring interrupted her reverie. Sammi glanced down at the dappled coat of Stardust, her ocelot. Take care of her. Alva's parting words echoed around her head. The kind billionaire had given her the ocelot at one of Sammi's parents' many parties. You are a very special girl, and I know I can trust you. Sammi ran a hand through Stardust's luxurious fur. That was the last time she had seen Alva. It had been years ago, but the pain never faded. That was partly due to the fact that she didn't have anything else to dwell on. She stayed cooped up in her room, only venturing out for meals and lessons from a few of the more compassionate servants. A faint pounding of footsteps sounded in the elaborately decorated hallway, steadily growing louder. There was only one person it could be. Cecile, Sammi's younger sister. Cecile, the spoiled, snobby, stuck up girl who assumed control of the trillion dollar inheritance once their parents died. Who back stabbed her own sister to own a string of mansions along the coast of California, including the monumental villa they lived in now. Who treated her own family like slaves. Sammi ducked her small, agile body into a crawl space in the walls of her enormous walk-in closet. She preferred to avoid the wrath of Cecile. Just like how she stayed out of the way of her uncaring parents when they were still alive. They hated her, and spoiled Cecile. "Where is she, scum?" Cecile's demanding voice floated back to Sammi. "I-I don't know, Lady Silvett," one of the maids nervously stuttered. "I t-t-thought she was… here…" "Well then find her! And bring her to me! It's time I got rid of the evidence. She's the only one who knows-" "Milady, my most sincere apologies!" Another frightened maid scurried into the room. "This man came, and he wouldn't leave." "Miss Cecile, my son… he's sick. He's going to die soon. Please, could you lend me something? Anything?" The man in question stepped forward to plead with Cecile. "Someone get this… beggar out of my sight. He's tainting my presence," Cecile demanded coldly. But he would not quit. "Please, you have to help!" "Listen, do you think I care? No." Her voice became fainter as she strode out of the bedchamber, ordering her maids to get the man out of the villa. Sammi climbed out of the closet. Cecile was planning to kill her. She needed to get out. To find her way around the many guards. But how? •<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•<>•
Meanwhile in the slums and back alleys "Get back here you little thief!" shouted the store owner as he chased Emile through an alleyway. "I don't get it all I took was one apple what's the big deal?" Emile thought to himself as he ran. He hadn't eaten in days and had no other way of getting food besides stealing it. After awhile Emile finally lost the store owner. "That was a close one." said Emile as he panted from exhaustion. "but at least I have something to eat tonight." he smirked as he pulled out the apple and took a bite. Just then he heard voices coming down the alley. "uh oh!" he thought and quickly ducked into a small niche off to the side. He sat and listened and heard one voice say "The guys crazy that girl Cecile would never help anyone but herself she treats her own sister like a slave." The other voice replied "He knows but can you blame him he's pretty desperate." The first one answered back "I suppose your right still it doesn't matter she wouldn't help him." The two men that the voices belonged to walked away and Emile slid down the wall and started to cry. He recognized one of the voices. It was that of the man who had killed his family.
Wait but Cecile made everyone think that Sammi is an evil, terrible person. They don't know she treats her like a slave…
>:3 Oh ho ho, I love this! Keep going, yet I would prefer more details, if you can adjust. The rest, muah! Love. It. Keep up the good work ^.^ P.S- Angela when are you gonna update our stories D:<