Boarding School Love

Chapter 1 - The Recording

As my fingers hover over the record button on my iPhone's camera app, I think about what I am going to say.

"This is the end," I think, "I will never have to face this monster ever again."

Right before I officially decide to take the action that will allow me to forever leave this horrible and traumatic chapter of my life, I watch the sun shine so bright.

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Click.

Recording has officially started.

I don't think. I just start talking.

"H-h-hi everyone! My name is Leah Jackson and I am the daughter of Jack Jackson.

"I know lots of you guys listening to this right now are fans of his and you guys are preparing for his tour that officially begins tomorrow, but I just have to admit this.

"He isn't who you guys think he is. He is an evil fucking imbecile that doesn't have a heart. He doesn't fucking love you! He claims that he loves his fans, but that's just talk alright.

"Listen, I'm talking about my own father who is a big fucking public figure; I wouldn't be dissing him and tryna get him cancelled for absolutely no logical reason!"

My voice shakes as I say this next sentence, "He is a monster. I'm not joking at all. He's a big fucking loser that dealt with so much shit growing up and now he's passing down all of his issues onto me, his daughter.

"Now you're a little bit interested right? So I can't practically guarantee that you won't just scroll down your for you page after listening to what I had to say about Jack Jackson the King of Kings right?"

I take a pause from speaking and turn my attention towards a navy blue Hyundai Santa Fe just as it speeds past me.

As I look back towards my phone that's in my right hand I say, "You know what? Fuck his career I am sick and tired of society lying to you all.

"Just ask all of the people that live in LA and all of them will tell you that LA isn't what you see on the fucking TV every single evening when you sit down with your parents or whoever the fuck to chill and watch a movie.

"For starters, isn't it fucked up that some actors can somehow earn millions of dollars per episode when all they fucking do is act and get prepped be other people?

"Did you ever think about how fucked up it is that we live in a world where the brainstormers and the creators make very little compared to the ones who are constantly reminded what they should do and how they should behave?

"But anyways that's a whole other conversation and I'm here to talk to you about the famous Jack Jackson and his only daughter Leah Jackson-like I said earlier-so let's get to it"

I pause the video so that I could take a few deep breaths. Right before I unpause to continue my rant, I catch a glimpse of some mascara smudges and creases under both of my eyes using the camera lenses and I quickly drop my bag so that I could look for my mascara that I know is hiding at the very bottom of my ugly black Roots bag that I got from a Costco. It's a fucking joke that Jack Jackson's daughter takes a fucking twenty dollar backpack to her school where the tuition is quite literally a few hundred thousand dollars a year.

After fixing the disaster that is my face, I unpause the video and continue, "Alright, so now that I've kinda introduced myself, let me continue.

"So basically, my mom, Mary, married Dad or Jack Jackson or whatever you wanna call him; Mr. Disco man; Travis' man. That's not the point. What I'm trying to say is that from the moment him and my mom got together, he literally took the fucking life from Mary. I'm not fucking joking like if I could, I would invite y'all to my house, and you would be able to see with your fucking naked eyes in one instant that my mom is nothing but a literal void. There is no more life in her.