Thread: The Juneteenth Plantation [Nnaasttey& Naia]

Hailey Middlefeld had it all money, clothes, jewelry, and of course money. The money was the most important part, she thought, because without it she'd have nothing else. She thoroughly enjoyed her lavish lifestyle, with maids that did everything for her. Even though her parents were barely around, she had the good life. The spoiled girl couldn't buy everything she wanted, though, because she was on an allowance. Even so, that allowance was more money than her poor little maids would see at one place in their lifetime. She always smirked at the thought, enjoying her fortune so much that it brought her pleasure to wave it in other people's faces. That was what the good life was. She lived in the great big city of Atlanta, Georgia, in a nice home that most people would be jealous of. It wasn't as big as a mansion, which she often brought up as a complaint, but it was expensive. Hailey at least enjoyed that part. Since her parents were away most days, vacationing in one state or on another continent altogether, she was stuck in the house with her little brother. A college dropout, she wasn't really one for work nor anything else. She spent her time simply living it up, mostly with parties and hot older men. At least her brother, a mere highschooler, was out of the house most of the time. The older girl didn't really give a damn what he was doing, so she never asked and he never told. So when one day Brooke actually talked to her, she wasn't listening. She didn't really like her brother. He acted like such a girl, something that she turned her nose up to. Hailey finally listened when he kept pestering, not before giving him a glare. He sounded so excited as he talked about a huge party over in Mississippi. It reminded her of how her own parents boasted about all their vacations. He claimed to have already found a place to stay and invited her along. She narrowed her eyes at that, wondering what he meant by it. She did love parties, though, so she actually told him that she would give it some thought. And she did, pondering over the idea. Hailey was a beautiful girl, though she didn't like to admit that it was expensive makeup that made her that way. Her soul was ugly, her actual appearance plain, but the guys still chased her. Money really was the secret to everything. She had died her hair platinum blonde to replace her plain brown hair. She spent hours on it every day, making sure it was perfectly curled. It used to be so dry but she took care of it, self-conscious of her appearance. Her brown eyes were a striking but good contrast against the hair, with a lot of mascara, eye shadow and whatever else she needed. She had received plastic surgery on her nose, thinking of it as too ugly, though that was all for surgeries. Her breasts had at least come in at full C's which she was proud of. She ended up going, not having anything else to do in the first place. Being a dropout could be boring at times, but actually doing the work would be worse. That's what she had decided. She was 20 years old, her parents looking down at her for it. All they had really done was establish the allowance, though, which she wasn't suffocating under just yet. Plus it helped to have memorized Daddy's credit card numbers. The two ended up spending some time together, which wasn't terribly bad. He was actually tolerable, not that she had ever known that before. Brooke was quite excited for the party that night, so Hailey just rolled over and tried to sleep. She didn't want to have some sort of weird heart-to-heart this late at night. When she finally got to sleep, unbeknownst to her, Brooke got up and unlocked the door to let the plan get started. She was wearing a simple nightgown to bed with no bra and a pair of panties, her face peaceful as she slept. Her hair had been braided nicely by Brooke before bed.