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My name's Katherine. I'm 17 years old. Cameras are everywhere I go. My life is a reality show. My parents are on a vaca to Thailand, and I didn't wanna go cause they were being bitches to me.

You might be wondering how my family's this rich

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You might be wondering how my family's this rich. Well, my great grandfather is Michele Ferrero. He's the founder of Ferrero Rocher, all the Kinder products, and Tic Tac. His son is my grandfather, Giovanni Ferrero and his brother Pietro. Then there's his daughter, my mom, Marie Ferrero, who's the only girl in the tree except for the wives. So my brother was expected because of all the boys, but I was also the only girl. So at reunions I would be sitting alone while the boys played soccer. They were Italian. My dad was British/American. From Britain, but had an American family. He didn't have a British accent though. They met in Europe on a trip in Monaco.

Anyway, back to reality.

My older brother by a few months, Connor is at his lacrosse game, so he's gone for a few hours. I called my friends, and they'll be over in a few minutes.

 I called my friends, and they'll be over in a few minutes

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I took out the vodka, and the shot glasses.

The doorbell rang. I opened the double doors of my mansion, and let my bitches in.

"If you drive here, park your fucking Bentleys in the driveway! Get off the grass!" I laughed.

We hugged and laughed. We all knew I couldn't give more of a fuck about the grass than they do.

We walked in, and they put their bags down on the couch.

"Ooh! Vodka!! You shouldn't have Kat!" Sophia said.

Sophia Estok was my best friend since middle school. We've been with each other through thick and thin.

"Are we gonna drink all of this?" Ella asked

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"Are we gonna drink all of this?" Ella asked.

Ella Miller is also a really good friend of mine. She can be a bitch sometimes, but she's my bitch!

  She can be a bitch sometimes, but she's my bitch!

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Then there's my bestie Emily Campbell. She's that savage that does the craziest things. She's hilarious.

Finally, there's Jonathon

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Finally, there's Jonathon. Or Johnny. Or John. He's the gay guy. He's like, that guy who's always there for you no matter what.

"We have to drink all of this shit! No matter what!" Emily yelled

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"We have to drink all of this shit! No matter what!" Emily yelled.

Then cheering filled the house.

"Hey sis! The boys are back! We won the game!" He threw his lacrosse stick on the table. All his friends were talking and it got loud.

"Omg! Congrats!" I hugged him.

"Can you do the carrying thing?" Emily asked. They said yeah. She jumped on them, and they carried her to the pool.

"Guys! This is not cool! Put me the fuck down!" They threw her in the pool, but she grabbed onto someone, and pulled them in with her. She screamed before falling in. The pool lights were on, and they were illuminated.

"You guys are such dicks!" Sophia yelled and laughed. The guys helped them out. I gave them towels, and we had a small party with our friends. We got so drunk tho. I had shots after shots after shots.

I remember falling, and then people leaving.
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