It all happened so suddenly. All I remembered was waking up to the smell of fire. I yelled out for my parents and my dorky brother Josh, but no one responded. My name is Brigid and I am the daughter of Clarice O’Shea and Connor White. My mom is a famous actress and my dad is the owner of the Olive Garden Chain. I am 18 years old and looking everywhere for my parents and my 15 year old brother. We have one of the biggest houses in Beverly Hills, California. Since they are no where to be seen, I look out the window and find that the separate little house apart of the house is on fire. I run to grab the phone to call 911, but I hung up because I heard sirens coming down my street. As I haste down the stairs, fall over badly, break my leg, cry in pain when the doors slam open to the kicking of the fireman who runs to me, picks me up, and sends me and puts me on the gurney so I can be taken to the hospital ten minutes away from my house.
I woke up and found myself in a hospital room where I see my lawyer, Brian Hickman, in the room. I sit up and ask where my parents and brother were, but he just sat there quietly. Then, Brian says, “I’m sorry to say this but your parents and brother were killed in the fire, and the firemen and police don’t know exactly how it started.” I lay back quietly. A few tears ran down my cheek, but I rubbed them off because I had to be strong because Brian told me that there are a lot of paparazzi outside waiting to catch a glimpse of me.
Doctor Brown comes in and tells me that I can be ready to go home whenever I want, but Brian asks if I can stay just one more day because he has to explain to me wants going to happen to me since I am the only one left. “Ok, Brigid, since you are 18 years of age, you can either sell the house and move into an apartment, live with me and my family, or stay and keep the house?” Brian explains to me. I think to myself for awhile and decide to ask if I can move to live in another country so I can be left alone, and continue my education wherever I decide to go. Brian gives me some suggestions as to where I can stay since my parents did have other houses in Australia, England, France, Spain, and Ireland. I decide to sell all of those houses and buy a house in Sweden where the paparazzi can’t find me. Brian agrees and I sign the paperwork, and I look on my laptop at houses on sale in Sweden.
When the policemen and ambulance arrived, they put a bag over my friend's body, and asked me countless number of questions. They also asked me a question that came as a shock to me. They asked if I was a vampire and I said no straight up. After, I yelled at them for even asking me that and I didn't care if they arrested me for yelling at a federal police officer.
But thankfully they didn't arrest me, and I was allowed to go back home.
As I was walking back home, someone grabbed me by the hand. I immediately started running for my life without turning around to see who it was that touched me.
Of course, when I tripped, Dylan had come up to me and offered to help me up.
I asked if it was he who touched my hand. Addmittingly, he said yes.
I asked why, he said because I facinate him, and he wanted to know more about me.
I didn't believe him, but I didn't tell him that.
He then took my hand and told me to come with him. I told him I had to go home for a second, and then I will go to wherever he wanted me to go.
Part 3 will be coming out soon!!!Comments are greatly appreciated!!!
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