On a gloomy day just like this we would sit inside, look out the window and hope that the day would get brighter, but on the other hand some are in a world of there own dreaming about how they can make life better as we know it. I, unlike any other girl, would write about the tragedies of being rich. Even though we were rich, we had no time to spend together as a family; my brothers thought it was a good thing that our parents didn’t pay any attention.

I am 15 years old, and live in England with my mother, father and my two brothers, Jack and Drake. We are indeed rich and have several butlers. My mother is a world famous fashion designer, and Father is the secretary for the King of England. I am entering the 10th grade this year. I am getting tiered of the summer and was just waiting for the school year to start even though I strongly dislike school. Not because I have no friends there, because I have plenty of friends.

“Annie, do you know were your brother is?” Mother asked. Mother was in a brand new blue designer suite that she had designed a year ago.

“I think he went to the park with Josh and Eric.” I replied, “Father, when are we go to go school shopping?”

“I don’t know, how about this Tuesday? No wait I have to fill in for Winston,” Father mumbled, “Okay, I can do it, two weeks from Monday. Does that work?” Father was waring a black suit, a black tie, and a white dress shirt.

“No, Father, that’s when school starts.” I tried to stay calm, “Here, you know what, you can just give me money and I can go shopping by myself.”

“Yes, that will work, here is two hundred pounds, spend it wisely.” Father handed the money to me. I stuffed it into my deep pocket, turned and headed tuard the door.

“Were you going?” Mother questioned me.

“To the mall, for school shopping. Is that alright Mother?”

“Yes, quite alright. Have fun.” Mother said, “Oh yes, take Missy with you.” I looked down at the small Beagle. Her tail was wagging half times more then normal. i grabbed her, my rain jacket, and umbrella, and headed out the door. In no time, I had called a cab and ordered him to take me to the mall. I picked up my small phone, and started dialing familiar numbers.