1 The move

"Young miss it's time to go" my butler said to me as I was staring at the house I had lived in for 11 years now. I'm happy to finally be going back home but I made memories in this place that I can't forget.

My name is Mia Roberts. I'm 18 years old and I'm the only daughter of my father. I'm dark skinned but not too dark just the chocolate kind of dark. I have normal black eye balls and a dark wavy hair which reaches just above my waist. For an average female, I consider myself beautiful.

My father is the Chairman of Roberts Group of companies. I lost my mother when I was just a baby so I don't remember my mom at all only pictures of her I see in my father's room.

As my father's only daughter, one might think I'm spoilt and I get to do everything I want and my life is perfect but it is far from perfect. Being my father's only daughter only adds to the pressure on my shoulders.

I'm his heir who's going to take over his company someday and that means I have to work extremely hard and never show my weakness to anyone. Ever since I was little I've had to study every book there was on business.

I love my father and I would do anything to make him proud especially since he had been my mother and my father since I could remember. And I also have to show those obnoxious friends of his who thinks that a male would stand a better chance than me.

Which is why I had to move here to Massachusetts. When I was 7 my father told me I had to come here and live here because apparently this place could make me concentrate more and study well. Although I didn't like it, I said yes and moved to this place with my butler and I lived with him studying day in and out for 11 years alone.

When I say Massachusetts you might think I mean the lively part of Massachusetts but this place is extremely remote and quiet. No need to feel bad for me. I hate pity and besides I've grown to love the peace and quiet here.

"Miss,miss!" my butler said to me again snapping me back to reality. "Are you ok?" He asked worriedly "I'm fine" I assured him with a smile.

Mr Rogers is my butler. He's my butler but he's been with me for 11 years longer than my own father so he's already family to me.I really value him and he means a lot to me. I know I'm being selfish but I don't think I can ever let him go.

"I can't believe I'm finally leaving this place." I said with a heavy sigh. Although I'm happy to leave a part of me will miss this house. I had a lot of my firsts here. I had my first period, puberty everything was all in this house and now I have to leave. " It will always be in your heart. The house is just a commodity the real memories are in your heart so don't worry." Mr Rogers said reassuringly.

I smiled and got in the car and we drove off on our way to New York where I actually lived and where I was born. I kept looking out the window until my old house was out of sight.

We reached the airport and we got into the plane. We were on business class typical of my father to do that.

I rested my head on the window hoping this move would be different and I would live a different life here. But I doubt I was returning just to be a normal teenager.

Well nothing in my life is ever normal anyways.