Whitney awoke to the sound of Shakira "Loca" blasting through her radio. She looked around her bedroom. It was fairly clean, and was the largest room in the whole house. Even her closet, which was made to be a office, was large. She walked into her bathroom. Examined herself in the mirror. Pleased with her appearance she began to get dressed. Deciding on a dress that made her cleavage look amazing if she did say so herself, and her favorite bow heels (her outfit). Then she began on her hair. She didn't want to do anything special, mainly because drake loves it when she wore her hair down in its natural waves. So she decided to just leave it down after brushing and blow drying it. She smiled at the picture of her and drake taped on her bathroom mirror.
Once she was done getting dressed she bounded down her stairs. "I'm leaving," She shouted. She knew her dad was busy in his study probably on the phone with an associate. He was always bust. Way to busy to be with his teenage daughter. So instead of bugging him she grabbed her car keys and headed out.
She loved her car. It was a vintage Cadillac convertible, it took her father months to find it. She wanted one ever since she was a little girl. It was her dream car.Whitney grabbed her bookbag and got in her car. Just as her little sisters ran out the house. Frantically waving to her. She smiled at them as she drove off. About fifteen minuets later she arrived at the school. She waved to a few of her friends as she walked to her locker. Once there she pulled out her phone and sent opened a new message.
To:, Chloe :D
Message:
Her just arrived at school where are you?
From: Whitney
And another to Drake.
To: Drake <3
Message: Hey hot stuff are you @ school yet? I'm @ my locker
From: Whitney