Living as a "Rich Kid" has its perks. You get everything you want, you can do whatever you want, you can be whatever you want. It's limitless.
But there's always a down side.
Parents.
My parents, will be the death of me. They never let me buy things with my own money. When I want to be independent and do things for myself, they won't let me. They keep me caged up, like a clingy boyfriend. They always have to know what's going on in my life, what I did that day, who I talked to, ect.
I always see my friends going out. Their parents are always so cool and chill with everything. While mine... Well, that's a different story.
They always want me to be a "propper young lady", as my mother calls it, and always ask for me to be something that I'm not. I want to go out, explore the world, and live out of my parents rules.
We live in the "rich part of town". With our mansion standing tall and proud along with the others.
My parents have a business with the Dolan family. They only have one son that I have never met before. Yet my parents tell me wonderful things about him. I don't believe that I have ever met any of the Dolan's before. While my parents are always out discussing business with the Welder's, I'm usually stuck at home, bored out of my mind with the company of our housekeeper, Lydia.
Lydia is an older lady, about 67 years old. She is one of the most kind hearted people that I have ever encountered in my whole life. She spreads positivity and joy all around. A few times I find myself talking to her more than my parents. But would you blame me? My parents are total nut jobs.
I have a few close friends at school, Jay and Lucy. They are the two main people I hang out with on a day to day basis. They always bring a smile to my face and I know I can talk to them about anything.
I don't know if i would consider myself popular or not. It's kind of complicated.
Well, enough about me. Let's get right into the story.
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