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Chapter 1

"BUT THE PARTY DON'T START TILL I WALK IN, TIKTOK-" My daddy dearest harshly turns down the music and gives me a glare.

"Ugh, what did Kesha ever do to you," I sit back on the cool leather seat and look out at the big depressing mansions pass by.

God I already hate it here. There's something about these houses that are just so plain. There's nothing outside of them that shows anything about the type of owner or what they like besides the fancy cars and waterfalls. It's just white, grey, and black. Don't get me wrong I love the color black, but sometimes it gets too depressing. At least put some colorful flowers out front. Or don't get a car that is as depressing as your home. I laugh at my thoughts which causes my father to shoot me a glare.

To him i'm a walking pharmacy. In my 17 years of life I believe i've been to every doctor and i've been on every pill. So exciting.

My parents think i'm suicidal and that i'm spoiled.

The spoiled part is probably true, but they think that their money is supposed to solve my issues. I don't want it. People would die for the stuff i've grown up with. All of the houses, clothes, cars, and friends that people thought I had. It's all a lie. I grew up with maids wiping my ass instead of my own "mother". My maid Laurie at the time was the person to watch my first steps as a baby. Not my own parents.

I have no relationship with them. They're simply people I share a home with.

I'm self aware that I sound like a bitch right now but it's true. People need to know that life isn't rainbows and butterflies. It's pure dog shit. The kind that you step in and it gets lodged in all the crevices of your tennis shoe and then it carries that odor for years reminding you of what happened.

My life relates to dog shit.

My father is a banker of some sorts who makes a shit ton of money. My mother surprisingly has a job as a lawyer and I sit at home watching Criminal Minds fantasizing about Spencer Reid. God he could rail me.

"We're here," My father's voice pulls me away from my thoughts about Reid.

"Oh goody," I say in a sarcastic voice which earns me a glare.

"The movers are behind us and they'll grab your stuff. Go ahead and find your room," He walks away looking at his phone.

Ok then. My family is moving from California all the way to Florida. Very exciting if you ask me.

There's palm trees everywhere and I can feel the salty wind blowing through my hair. Houses line the street with a good distance between each other. All of the homes back up to the ocean and all have glass windows that represent wealth. It gives me the 'Oh look at me I can afford glass while you have walls that you can't see through' vibe.

Taking a look at my new "home" I internally want to vomit. I take a peek at the mailbox deciding if I should leave a "surprise" for the mailman. Nahh too much work.

I slide my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and my way towards the house. My mother had to stay in California a little longer due to her job, but we both know she's having an affair with her coworker. I only know because I walked in on them doing the deed. Disgusting. My mother and I have this thing where we don't speak to each other. She doesn't care where I am or if i'm safe. As long as i'm keeping the family name clean from dirt then we're fine.

I could run away right now and she would write me a check without looking and say 'have fun' then go back texting her other "Daddy".

I walk up the large concrete steps and push open the wooden front door. Inside the foyer there's a huge glass spiral staircase. To the right of the stairs in front of me there's a living room with a white couch and a big flat screen on the wall.

I walk my way upstairs and with every step I hear my Converse hit the wood floors. I find a big open room with the back wall that is only made of glass and has a balcony attached to it. This is the room I picked out from the pictures the realtor sent me. I throw my phone on the bed and make my way over to the balcony. I step outside and watch the sunset glint off the oceans water.

It's beautiful.

This is the first time i've ever complemented a home I lived in. Maybe this house will be good for me. I mean at least i'll be tan. Right? That'll help one of my issues.

As I turn around to go back in my room I hear screaming coming from the house next door. The houses are spread apart, but not that far apart.

"You stupid bitch! This is why I hate my life! The world is fucked up! I'm so sorry that i'm not normal! Dad didn't leave because of me mom! He left because of you! You're a gaslighting, narcissistic, son of a bitch!" The boy screams in his mother's face. They're standing outside on a balcony similar to mine.

"How dare you speak to me like that! You're the one who's fucked up! You've never been normal Jack! You murdered a cat when you were 7 years old and then smiled about it! You're psychotic!" She screams back at him.

"Yeah! I did! I wish someone would do the same to me as I did that cat! Kill me!" He screams one last time and I could that hit a spot with his mom because she shut up real quick.

I watch him lean against the glass railing and pull out a cigarette with a smirk on his face. He places the cigarette between his lips and then lights it up with a lighter. He inhales the smoke and then blows it in his mother's face. Her face scrunches in disgust. She turns around and walks back into the house sobbing.

I watch her walk away and then my eyes filter back over to the boy only to find him staring at me.

I stare back. I'm not the one to cower away. He thinks he's crazy? He hasn't met me yet.

I blow him a kiss and then walk back inside my room.