Rags and riches: In the end what's the difference? FINALLY UPDATED!
starlucid:
love the stories this is a good one! The characters are also very good easy to get attached to!
Elven_Song:
Wow! A good start to a great story! ^^ Please continue.. this story is awesome!
missd735:
Thanks! Look for an update soon! I just have to take a few pictures. I love feedback=)
missd735:
"Please, Mr. Rogan." Dawson said before Mr. Rogan could continue. "Please give me another chance. I assure you that those things will no longer happen. My family depends on this." Mr. Rogan stared at Dawson unmoving for a few moments. Dawson sat uncomfortably feeling his stomach getting queasy. After what seemed like an hour Mr. Rogan spoke up. "Alright then. One more chance. Don't slack off again." Dawson let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much."
The next day, Dawson made his over to the alley where he had met Madison. It put butterflies in his stomach to think that he would see her. He felt as if pursuing Madison was an impossible task much like a man trying to catch a star. He knew however, that he couldn't let her slip away. He felt guilty for leading her to believe some wrong things about him, but he knew she would never give him a chance if she knew the truth. He decided he would tell her the truth at the right time.
"Dawson! You're here!" Madison said happily as she greeted him with a hug. Dawson tried badly to hide the blush that was rising in his cheeks. "How was work? Did you sell any houses today?" Dawson had to think quickly. Oh right, I told her I was a real esate agent. "Uh..yeah. Two houses. We closed the deals today." He quickly changed the topic. "What about you? What'd you do today?" Madison sat on the ground and Dawson soon followed.
"Well, let me see." She said as she tilted her head to the side. "I met with our publicist today. He said I'd be away for a month. I need to make some public appearances. He said I should do it for our family's business. It's supposed to continue to promote it." Dawson couldn't help but be shocked. "A month? What exactly do you do during public appearances?"
"I'll be going to charity events, movie premiers and maybe a couple talk shows."
"That doesn't sound so bad." Dawson replied, loving the way her lips moved when she spoke.
"Well it's just that they always ask me the same question." Madison put her fist to her mouth pretending it was a microphone.
When exactly will you take over the Jonestar Casinos? I heard rumors you were dating so and so, is this true? How do you feel being brought up in a wealthy family?
For a few moments they sat in comfortable silence each thinking of the month they would spend without each other. "When do you leave?" Dawson asked. She sighed. "Tomorrow."
"That fast?"
"Yeah I leave at noon."
"Can I say goodbye? Meeet me here at 11:30?"
Why don't you just ask me out already? was what Madison wanted to say, but she simply nodded.
"Your garden is lovely Mrs. Jones." Bremerton said rather charmingly. Mrs. Jones was flattered. "Why thank you Bremerton and you are quite the fellow. I insist you meet my daughter. You'd take a liking to her." Bremerton flashed his pearly whites. "Well if the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I'm sure she's an amazing girl and I'd love to meet her."
Bremerton the successful and well known male model could see that Mrs. Jones was impressed with him already. He looked at the house behind Mrs. Jones and thought If I marry into a family like this, I'd be financially stable for life!
"So tell me about Jonestar Casinos. I'm quite interested to hear about how it all started." Bremerton said turning his charm to the max. Mrs. Jones was very pleased to hear he was interested in the family business. "Well it all started with Danielson Jones..."
Bremerton blocked out her voice and began to plan how he would get Madison Jones to fall in love with him.
After attempting to rock her baby brother Curtis to sleep for thirty minutes, Stella finally gave up and put him in his crib with a toy to play with. She made her way to the bathroom to wash her hands after having changed Curtis's diaper. As she entered, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stopped and stared.
She hated this person in the mirror. The girls at school every she thought she wasn't. They were popular, beautiful, well off and wore all the stylish clothes. She was stuck living in the east side of Simlywood, a neighborhood known to be unwealthy, run down, and all that was looked down upon. "Stella?" A voice called out from the front of the house.
"Dawson! You're home." Stella was relieved he was finally home. Maybe he would be more successful at putting Curtis to sleep. Dawson studied Stella and noticed that she never seemed to contain a sense of appreciation for the world. He then remembered what his mother had said. "Stella, why don't you take a little time off today? I'll take care of Janie and Curtis and the housework. Didn't you say your friend was having a birthday party?"
The surprise and delight was evident on Stella's face. "Really? But I don't have a present." Dawson reached into his pocket and handed her a five dollar bill. "You can drop by the dollar store on the way."
Stella wrapped her arms around Dawson. "Oh thank you!" She quickly slipped her shoes on and as she ran out the door Dawson yelled, "Be careful now!"
Stella shivered in the cold of the evening and quickened her pace. She knew that the east part of Simlywood was not a safe place especially at night.
As she approached the dollar store, Stella heard the sound of footsteps behind her on the pavement. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, but saw no one. She quickly ran into the store.
missd735:
She quickly picked up some hair barrettes and hair clips thinking of how she should get to the birthday party as soon as possible. "Would you like a bag?" The sales clerk asked. "No thank you." Stella said as she put the hair clips and barrettes into her pocket
Stella stepped out of the dollar store and was shocked to see a man in a dark suit standing infront of her. "Excuse me Miss." He said in a low voice that was almost brooding.
"I'm sorry...I'm in a hurry." Stella said without making eyecontact hoping the man would leave her alone. She just wanted to get as far away from this stranger as much as possible. Something told her he wasn't good news. But the man stepped infront of her blocking her path.
"No need to be scared little lady. I see that you shop at a dollar store. Not one of the most expensive places to shop in Simlywood I see." Stella continued to look down at the ground refusing to look up. "It's getting really dark. I should go." Stella said trying to hide the quiver in her voice. She was beginning to get scared.
"Now look here Missy. You're not going anywhere." The stranger commanded as he reached into his pocket.
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