College or Bust

[tawnee]

Okay, so here's my first story. I'm really tired so there might be some weird mistake in there. Please, I beg of you, leave a comment.


Ch. 1

"What do you mean, broke?" Farrah demanded, her immaculately plucked eye brows furrowed with distaste. "My father is the richest man on the west coast, there is no way he could be broke." She crossed her arms awkwardly in front of her chest. "I'm sorry miss." The pale man replied. "Our system shows that there are no funds in any of your accounts." Farah sneered, "Is this a freaking joke? Because if it is, I swear I'm calling the cops." an irritated sigh left the man's flabby lips. They looked like two pieces of uncooked meat. "Mam, I assure you this is no joke." He paused to clear his throat. "And you better come up with your rent money by the end of the week or else the bank will have your property repossessed." Farrah's eyes were two balls of blue fire. "I have always payed my bills; this time will be no different." She snapped defiantly. "Check your system because I sure as hell am not broke!" The loose folds of skin around the man's throat jiggled as he spoke. "Very well." He mumbled, "However, if I do not receive the payment by this Saturday, this house will no longer be leased to you. Good day." Farrah watched as the portly man turned around and quickly waddled down the pathway.
Who does he think he is, she thought. She watched the banker until his circular figure disappeared into the early morning fog and stormed back into her house. Well, technically it wasn't her house, though she thought of it as her's because she had rented it for so long. "There must have been some error in that system." She assured her self out loud. "There is no way I am broke, unless of course I was cut off." A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. The mere thought of working made her want to gag. She knew eventually that she would have to, but not now, not without a college education. Maybe I should call my dad, just to make sure everything is all right, she considered. Before she could even slide the phone out of her jean pocket, a noise sounded from the next room; the TV.
-Can't type anymore, too tired-