Who's That Girl?

Enter Anastasia Bellerose. A girl who's been living in a perfect world. Daughter of Anderson Bellerose, owner and CEO of Bellerose, a large retail company. Stores named "Belle's" nationwide, are selling the world's most desired and fashionable clothes. Let's not forget her famous mother, former supermodel, Natalia Petrova-Bellerose who graced the glossy pages of fashion magazines, from Vogue to Elle. It seems like her older sister Victoria Bellerose would like to follow their mother's footsteps or so. The youngest of four, Claire, is a whiz kid, a walking encyclopedia. They live on an estate far from the city and have houses all over the world. They're just perfect, perfect perfect perfect.

So you must be wondering, "Why is she telling us this? I thought this was about Anastasia?" Well my dear reader, everything in Anastasia's world is beautiful, rich, enchanting, just perfect. The only glitch in it, is Anastasia herself.

Wait hold up...

Why am I even talking in third person? God I sound crazy. Maybe I have turned crazy, with a life like mine you're bound to be. Not compaining though, I'm okay with it.

Anywhooo...

Hi, My name's Anastasia, Ana for short. It's Iris now. I was born into a world where I don't fit in and I don't know why. They say that I'm not as beautiful as mum or Victoria. I must have gotten dad's looks, no offense to him, it explains the baby face. One time I got a letter from school saying that I'm a man who just shaved my facial hair to look like a girl.

Again you must be thinking "But you're rich! Haven't you heard of plastic surgery?!" No thank you.

No one'll notice anyway. I'm not known as Ana Bellerose. When I turned eight, I became Iris Greene.

I'm sure my parents had reasons for doing that but I'm not sure if they were good ones.

Of course they had to keep their two perfect daughters. I don't blame them. The public, guests and even close friends would have like them better than me.

I on the other hand has been introduced as Vic's P.A. to people. She hates it when I call her Vic.

Even though I'm living in the estate with my family, unlike them I had...or should I say still have a normal life.

Normal school.

Normal friends. Actually, scratch that, most of my friends are abnormal...abnormally weird.

Normal job I guess, if you count being a model's assistant a normal job.

So I guess that's it. See how messed up my life looks. See how messed up I look? Imagine a blank piece of bond paper....and then put an ink blot in the middle.

That would be me.

Well anyway...

Are you ready to hear me? Read my story?

Because, one thing that's for sure, I'm not.

I'll do it anyway, because it's now or never. I have to get this out.

My whirlwind life.

The reason why I lost my identity.

The story starts when I threw my square academic cap up in the air and yelled...

"Fuck yes!" [pause]

Sorry for the 'F' word. I'm just really happy to get out of High School. It was seriously rough for me. What can I say? I'm a real pushover. [play]

"Iris!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I turned to look, just the person I was expecting.

"Poppy!" I ran to the blonde and wrapped my arms around her. "We did it! We really did it!"