Platinum Heart

Winter Rose Ridland has always been rich. She's used to the maids cleaning for her, the butlers fetching her food, the kids at school bowing down before her, and the constant spending money--but what she isn't used to is surprise road trips. When her dad decides that it's time to send her to boarding school, the family packs up and leaves. What they weren't expecting was a freak car accident, and what Winter wasn't expecting was to survive--and more importantly, she wasn't expecting herself to be found. Will she find a way back to her old life, or will the boy who saves her show her a different one? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


1. 1: Snowfall

I listen very carefully to the echoing sound of my feet in the hallway. I know it's amplified because of the butler's feet behind mine, but I can't help but wonder what it would sound like if it were just my feet. 

I turn the corner and I am greeted by a large unfamiliar room. Dad had called me down here, with the help of a butler, for breakfast. 

I've never been anywhere in the house except for my room, the elevators, and the foyer, because I'm not allowed to go anywhere else. I never ask why. I just don't really want to know why. 

I see my dad sitting at a round table in the corner of the room by the fireplace. His gray hair was unusually messy, and he was reading the paper. I weave my way around the other tables that were scattered around the room to get to him. 

As I pull the empty chair out, he sets the paper down and our eyes meet. I nod in greeting. He smiles at me, which is odd, because he rarely smiled. I notice the stubble on his face and I wonder if he's gotten much sleep. 

"Sit," he says, gesturing to the chair. I quickly sit down, not wanting to disappoint him. "I hope you slept alright." 

Now, I am allowed to respond, but before I can, a butler comes around to take our orders. Dad orders for me because I am not allowed to speak yet. Afterwards, though, I am. 

"I slept fine, thank you dad." I say. 

He took a sip of coffee. "Good to hear. That means you will be well prepared for what I have to tell you. It is great news, surely it is, but I am not sure how you are going to react." 

"What is it?" 

Dad eyes me for a moment over his coffee cup. "Your mother and I have made a decision that involves your education." 

I nod, encouraging him to keep talking. 

"We have bought a new home in Cleveland, Ohio for you to stay in while you go to your new..." he pauses. "...boarding school." 

My mouth falls open. Boarding school? Clearly this is a mistake. I can't go to boarding school. I can't leave all my..."friends" behind, and move from New York to Ohio. I just can't. It's not going to happen. 

Dad must have noticed my open mouth, because he quickly added, "We will be driving down with you, of course. Just to make sure that you are alright." 

"Dad, I can't do this." I say, licking my lips. "I can't leave New York behind for," I struggle to say the words. "for boarding school."

"Now I know it will be a hard transition, but trust me, it will be a great experience! Your brother went to boarding school, you know." 

"He's dead." 

My dad stiffens up, and I immediately know that I've gotten to him, which isn't entirely a good thing. I close my eyes and wait for something to hit me, but nothing does and I am forced to open my eyes again. Dad is staring at me, his eyes cold. 

"We will be leaving when you come home from school this afternoon." he stands up. I look up at him, confused because our food hasn't come yet. "Which, by the way, starts in ten minutes. It would be wise not to be late on your last day." 

I watch him weave his way between the tables and exit the room before I do the same. Without a butler to help me find my way, I know I'll get lost, but that is hardly the matter at hand. I can't be late for school. 

I walk aimlessly through the large halls of the house until I finally reach my bedroom. Servant Ivy was waiting for me with my bag ready and I slip it over my shoulder. She helps me with my platinum necklace and then hands me my ring before I step out into the hallway. 

"Will you be needing any help with navigation through the halls, Miss?" Ivy asks. I shake my head 'no' before hurrying to the end of the hall. I long to take the stairs, because my brother's old room is that way, but I know that if I wish to get to school on time, I have to take the elevator. I press the down button and the door opens immediately. 

I quickly get in and press the 'ML' button, for main level, and press my back against the wall. I shut my eyes and listen to the new selection of music. It's the holiday season, and I've chosen to have holiday music play in the elevators. I hum along to 'Jingle Bells' as it ends, and immediately stiffen at the next song that plays. 

It’s the most beautiful time of the year
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I'mma be under the mistletoe

I don’t wanna miss out on the holiday
But I can’t stop staring at your face
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I’mma be under the mistletoe


My mind starts to fill with memories of 2013, and I think about all the crying girls with broken hearts. A single tear slips from the corner of my eye and I quickly wipe it away. I shouldn't cry, because I wasn't that big of a fan. I enjoyed his music, and I was sad when the news got out, but I never obsessed over the guy. 

You see, 2013 was the year that Justin Bieber died. 

It was the worst year for almost everybody. Millions of hearts were broken, and millions of lives were taken. Why someone would commit suicide over a pop star, I don't know, but I still feel bad. 

I hear the ding of the elevator and I step out into the foyer. I don't see anyone around which means that everybody has left for the day. I sigh with relief as I walk to the front door. When I open it, I'm greeted with freshly fallen snow, and I giggle. 

Maybe today isn't going to be as bad as I thought. 

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