Living in Her Shadow

Prologue

Straight A’s! Richer than anyone in Briarwood! As beautiful as a model! Popular beyond belief! By definition it was the perfect life. All the guys would kill to date and girls would kill to be. I had everything going for me including gradating early.

I had all the latest fashion. All the latest electronics that came out. A new car ever few months that was better than the last. I didn’t live in a house I lived in what seemed like a castle. What could possibly be wrong in my life? Everything! Everything in my life was Hell!

Straight A’s didn’t determine really how smart someone was. Money doesn’t buy you happiness just things that you rub in others faces. Beauty was only skin deep, if your insides weren’t beautiful than neither was the outside. Popularity didn’t matter if you don’t have real friends, friends that care for more then what you look like and how much was in your bank account.  Clothes were clothes, electronics were watched and blocked, and the new cars just showed what others didn’t have.

Usually people don’t complain about how good their life seemed but that was the thing, seemed. Things always appeared different on the outside, once you look past all that you see what’s really broken. Controlling parents and a depressed and lonely girl.

I’m smart but the whole grading thing never appealed to me but my parents tell me to get the best grades, second place wasn’t accepted. The internet in my room was watched, most sites blocked. They had me on a plan, a plan that wasn’t mine. They don’t want me just to be perfect; they wanted me to be her not him.

They control every aspect of my life without so much of a rebellion. Courage was one thing that was lacking in my life. I couldn’t rebel because I didn’t know how and was too scared. Fear haunted me, laughing at me. It seemed that the only thing that they couldn’t control was my dreams and I had different plans then going to Harvard to become a Surgeon, plans that meant everything to ME!

Things had to change before those dreams become just dreams, only to happen while I’m sleeping. I was going to change this life that rivaled hell. Where my home wasn’t a home but a prison. It was time for me to take charge of my life, take back control or else I’ll result to the extreme, killing myself. I was already in hell what harm would it do. It’s a crazy extreme that people wouldn’t get but once you’ve lived in my life you’d get it.  

*I am totally sorry for who has been reading this story, I didnt mean to delete it but I clicked the wrong button.*