The life of a rich bisexual

Where it all began....

         Hi my name is Makayla and I had just started high school. Tomorrow is my first day, man the summer can't last longer can it. Sometimes I just wish I can go back to being a kid, you know having fun, not having all these responsibilities, free time. I don't know if you can tell but I am an only child, so my parents go hard on me and make sure I do everything perfectly. And the worst thing is they are both extremely homophobic. I have known I was bisexual since 6th grade but never had the courage to come out to anyone, especially my parents. I am very worried because my parents want my first day of high school to be perfect. So last weekend my mom took me shopping and got me all these really cute clothes, ones that a "normal teenage girl" would wear, at least that is what my mom said. 

       But honestly it isn't my style and I can't even tell my own mother that. She always thought I have to be this hot,sexy,popular teenage girl. But I know I am not, I am bisexual and weird and just super stressed. My parents always thought they knew me best, and would always want the best for me. Never giving me an option to express myself. I also never had any real friends considering my parents picked those out to. Most of them were toxic and fake and just accepted my parents request to be friends for the money. You see my parents are really rich so they can get me anything I wanted. Obviously they have to be "those" parents and choose everything for me. And when I would want something I have to have it approved before I can use their money.

     I had to clean my room today, because apparently we have a guest coming over. So my mom decided to help me clean, but honestly it wasn't that messy. She then finished and I barely did anything so she told me to sit and got out her make-up and put some on my face. She curled my hair and I hated it, its not me. So she then picks out my outfit and heels but before she lets me put it on she gets out a corset and tells me to put it on. I then put it on but she also told me to put on a push-up bra. I absolutely hate looking pretty. I wish I didn't have to look like a damn barbie all the time. What my mom chose for me was a red dress and heels. Which I kinda liked in a way but the heels were killing me. We then went downstairs and yes I tripped like once. But other then that we went downstairs and the guest was already here. It was a 19 year old looking guy, but I am not sure of his age. My mom then introduces me to him. "Makayla meet Noah, Noah meet Makayla." "Nice to meet you Noah" I said. "Pleasure meeting you aswell Mrs.Makayla" Noah said. "So the reason you are here Makayla is that in a few months, you will be marrying this man." My mom then said. I flipped out but decided it would be best to stay calm.

     I just stood there and smiled, damn he does look good though. But I dont even know him, why is mom making me do this. I am only 15 and I still need to get through high school.

TO BE CONTINUED (yes I hate it but that doesnt mean I cant do it heheheheheh)