depressed little rich girl phase. {hh)

{{hair as in middle picture}}
 
"Daniel!" I shouted into my phone, pouting. I had opted out of the art trip that the rest of the girls had taken for the day. I was going through a "depressed little rich girl" phase, as evidenced by the price tag of nearly everything I was wearing.
 
I could almost hear him rolling his eyes through the phone. "Yes, Ritah?"
 
I pouted silently, sniffling for effect. "I hate it here. I can't do anything."
 
He snorted with laughter. "How so?"
 
"I can't go anywhere fabulous or flash my ID to get in anyplace VIP. Someone might photograph me and then publish it, and Mom would see it and--"
 
"Then leave."
 
I laughed cynically. "Are you kidding?"
 
"No."
 
"I'm not leaving. Here is better than home, trust me."
 
"How about I come and visit, then?"
 
I grinned widely. This was turning out much better than I had expected. "Brilliant."
 
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