Ryleigh Anderson. Daughter of the infamous Adele Anderson and the top notch CEO of one the biggest technological companies, Frank Anderson. Considering they were her parents, the only thing she'd really gotten from them were her brains (obviously from her father) and her looks (from her mother). Other than that, Ryleigh was far from the person her parents wanted her to be. Rather than focused on looks, she was focused on learning. Ryleigh Anderson did not want to be a model, and because of being female, her father wouldn't let her take over the family business he'd created - not to say that he didn't have someone lined up for the job, someone that Ryleigh did not agree with. Which led to the fact that she really only did have her looks and brains in common with her parents.
The redheaded, emerald eyed girl, loved to read and had her heart set on being a writer instead of a model. The only thing her parents approved of was the fact that she was a well behaved, good mannered girl that never stepped out of line. In fact, Ryleigh had never been in trouble in her life. She'd never smoked or drank, she'd never been to a party or a club, in fact, she only had a small group of friends that all fell into the nerd category, except for one of her closest friends, Lainy. She was as wild as a party animal could get and completely different to Ryleigh.
"When are you planning on getting a guy anyway?" Lainy asked Ryleigh, a conversation over the phone that was on loudspeaker while she was stacking books.
"One day. There is someone out there for me, Lain. He'll come when fate says."
"All that shit about fate... You do know that fate and God and all that don't exist right?"
"You might not believe in it, but I do." Ryleigh leafed through another book before stacking it on the shelf. It was near closing time of ten o'clock in the evening. The place was empty as far as she knew and she only had a few books left to put back on the shelves before she could do one last check, close and lock up for the night.
"You're never going to get a guy. You don't wear make up. You dress too conservatively and---"
Ryleigh looked down at her clothes. A baby pink button up shirt and some demin jeans. What was wrong with that?
"---you never go out anywhere..."
"I hang out in coffee shops. Maybe my true love is there." She cut Lainy off.
"You're true love isn't in a coffee shop. Anyway, I've got to go. I need to phone Hannah and get her to give me the answers for the Math homework at my school. You know what my teachers are like. I should transfer to your school. If only I had the money." She laughed. "Anyway, I'll see you later, okay? And go out and find a guy!" Lainy didn't fail to remind her before hanging up.
Ryleigh sighed, pocketing her phone. "You say finding a guy is easy as if one's just going to fall out of the sky in front of me." She spoke to herself as she put the last book on the shelf before wheeling the cart back to the desk. "A guy isn't just going to come out of nowhere and I certainly don't want a drunk one at some party who just wants you-know-what." She continued to talk to herself as she started to shut down the computers.
And that was the normal life of Ryleigh Anderson.