The" Rich" family

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The last day of school is always so exciting. I usually go around saying goodbye to all my friends, but this time I was so anxious to get home that I just sat on the bed, scrolling through my phone while the maids packed my bags.
“Careful with those shoes!” I reprimanded them. What? They were new, if they scratched them they had to get me new ones. So what if they had to sell their kidney to do so?

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As the maids carried my luggage behind me, I knocked on every one of my friends’ doors to say goodbye. We just hugged and kissed on the cheek, but I was very much looking forward to saying goodbye to one specific person. I went to the room next to the broom closet and knocked on the door. When the door opened I walked right in without asking. Why should I ask? I have more of a right to be here than her.
“Gretchen!” She exclaimed when she saw me.
“Riley.” I said unenthusiastically, scowling at her room. It looked poorer than ever. I asked her where she was going over the summer vacation, but of course she wasn’t going anywhere. I spotted a fashion magazine under her bed and picked it up before she could stop me.
“Ugh, why do you even try?” I asked her. Then I dropped it on the floor again and walked out the door, without really saying goodbye. I strolled over to the boys’ living quarters and made my brother, Danny, hurry up. I couldn’t wait to get home.

One private jet flight later, my brother and I walked into our mansion, where our parents were expecting us. They were jumpier than usual, and they were always sorta jumpy. I asked my dad if I could go ride my horse for a while before dinner, but he shouted “No!” louder than it looked like he meant to. I could tell something was wrong, but I could never have guessed what it was.

At dinner that night, in our favorite restaurant, my brother and I went full out. We ordered our favorite dishes, which were of course the most expensive ones. We always wanted the restaurant staff to know we were rich, just in case they dared treat us like normal people. My parents only got salads though, which was also strange. My dad hated everything healthy. When the bill came, my dad took his credit card out of his wallet with a shaking hand and gave it to the waiter. He was fully red in the face and visibly sweating. I threw a napkin at him, because I couldn't bear to look at him for one more second. The waiter came back moments later, saying the card was declined. My brother and I burst out laughing, and we thought our mother did too, until she pushed her chair from the table and ran off in tears. My brother and I gave each other a puzzled look. What just happened? My dad went off somewhere with the waiter, and when he came back he hurried us to the limo, where our mom was already sitting, blotting her face with a handkerchief.