Faking it

Faking it- part 1.

Hi my name is Macy-Jackie Andrews, I am 17 years old and I go to a boarding school on the country side of London, England.  I am Irish. I used to live with my parents in Dublin. When I was 10 we moved to Toronto, Ontario, Canada, for my dad’s work. At the time, I didn’t mind it so much because I was to young to know the difference.  I liked living in Canada, everyone was really nice, and I quickly became pretty popular once I got there. It might have something to do with the fact I have an Irish accent, but whom really knows.  You’re probably wondering why I go to a boarding school in England. Well, two years ago they sent me here because I was too much for them to handle. You see, I love to party.  I get drunk almost every weekend and it usually results in me not remembering anything.  My parents never knew where I was and I honestly couldn’t care less. My dad is always out of the country working and same with my mom. You see my dad is the manager of Ed Sheeran the British singer, and my mom is this high end runway fashion model. So neither of them is ever home and I’m stuck living in this giant house alone with our cleaning staff. So as a normal teenager, with a very big social life, I like to throw really big parties, and because I have no neighbours we never have the cops called on us. Life was perfect. I could have any guy I wanted and all the girls wanted to be my friend.  

After they shipped me here I stopped talking to them, they are dead to me. My mom had me very young and I know for a fact they never actually wanted me, and I don’t need them.

I have to laugh because they think that boarding school will straighten me out, but little do they know, they sent me to the worst school for a girl like me. Every weekend the teachers go home and the students pay the security guards to keep quiet so we can party all weekend long, alcohol, drugs, sex in every room, every floor. It was my fantasy place. My school is a co-ed school and about 3 months after being here I got a boyfriend named Case. Case is your typical bad boy; smokes, has tattoos everywhere. To me it was perfect revenge to my parents, I know they won’t ever approve of Case but I couldn’t give a shit. Do I love Case? Probably not, I mean we’ve been together for almost 2 years, and we tell each other we love one another but I don’t see myself marrying him.