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My story? Whatever. Think what you want.

I was born in an upscale California town to an extremely successful entertainment lawyer and his gorgeous, much younger, gold-digging, sadistic, heartless, selfish, bitch of a wife (I love my mother *so* much). My dad came from money, made a ton of money, and was known for his money. I don’t know much more about my dad, just what I’ve been told. He died when I was 3 in a plane crash. From what I hear, I was his pride and joy and my mother loved to remind me of how I stole his attention from her, and basically ruined her life, (and beautiful figure) constantly. I learned to ignore my mom, I had everything I could ever want materially around me, so I entertained myself.

My mom knew how to entertain herself as well and threw party after party to make sure no one would forget her wealth, beauty and status. There were plenty of men that were happy to allow her to remind them too. God, she’s such a whore. Anyway, these men never really phased me, I just ignored them like I did my mom. But when I turned 14, her “boyfriend of the month”, a 53 year old doctor, moved into our house. He was the “right” kind of man, a successful doctor who so gallantly wanted to take care of this lonely widow and her teenaged daughter. Ha. It didn’t take long to realize this asshole wanted more than my mom. Every night, I’d hear him sneak in my room and tell me how beautiful I was. I tried, so many times, to fight his old ass off but was never successful. I still cringe when someone tells me I’m beautiful. He wasn’t her last boyfriend to, well whatever. Like I said, she’s a whore.

I gave up eventually…on everything. On the outside, I did everything I was supposed to. I’m smart….don’t ever doubt that. Grades, sports, friends, it all came natural to me. Inside however, I was completely numb. What kind of person actually *lives* in that world? So, as I drove my way too expensive car to my graduation practice the day before my “childhood” would end, I thought about my life and realized that no matter what I did, if I stayed in this lifestyle, I’d always be used for my money and beauty and never know what sincerity was. It was then that I just drove….past my high school…past my wealth….past my friends…and past everything I had ever known.

Obviously, I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing. My naivety and lack of life experiences made me painfully aware of just how sheltered I was. I’ve spent the last four years roaming from town to town. My car got stolen along the way, as did what tiny bit of innocence I had left.

So, here I am in Hathian. Already, I can see that I won’t fit in here any better than I have anywhere else. I know what they’re probably thinking, “poor little rich girl” trying to see how the other half lives. Not. Even. Close. But, this town does seem different than anywhere else I’ve been. In one week, I’ve met unusual but fascinating people…seen crimes by those who are expected to commit them and by those who are trusted to protect people from them. Whatever….none of this has effected me, or, maybe it has. I’ve actually applied for a job here. I lied a little but I’m not worried about it, I can fake anything….

July 14, 2008 at 1:37 pm
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