Chapter 1.

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Hi guys this is my first story on wattpad. I've read many amazing stories that have inspired me to write this story.

This story is solely my idea and apologize if any of its contents are similar to any other one- purely coincidental.

As you progress into the story the POV is meant to be each character's opportunity to share things that the main character wouldn't say- you'll understand when you read it.
The covers I use are gotten from the wattpad covers and some from the Internet, I apologize if any of the pictures are copyrighted- i have no idea how to ensure it's not.

You might find the beginning chapters weird or boring but please don't give up- keep reading.

I hope you enjoy it and I'll appreciate it if all comments are thoughtful and appropriate.
Have fun!!!

Please this story is copyrighted. NO CHAWING OF IDEAS!!!
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Chapter 1.

Hey! Where should I start from... I come from a town called SouthHampton in England.

My name is Esmeralda. Esmeralda  Lance. People call me Ez, Mel, Meralda, Es, Zerelda, Relda whatever. The most important thing is that you know they're referring to moi.

I'm black but my mum is white. This is because she's not my birth mum. Her name is Zang.

Apparently, my mum rescued me from an accident scene where my family died but she saved me and decided to adopt me.
She's the chancellor of a university she runs - her grandfather passed it on to her in his will.
Her sister  runs a university too but she took over from their father when he retired. Both of them compete a lot. Aunt Emily and Zang can't stand each other.

My mum has three sisters and a brother. Aunt Emily, Aunt Rose, Aunt Lily and Uncle Steve. Her other sister- Rose owns a private secondary school which I go to while her brother a model. Aunt Lily is a fashion designer and my uncle's manager.

My mum has a few grey hair from stressing about me- she thinks I make her older but I think I give her a reason to live. We don't really have a dad per say, we have a guardian called Harris- I don't really like him. I'll explain why he's not technically our dad later.

We have a strange relationship- we hate each other but deep down we have a good bond.

Zang pulls the strings, not only in the house but in town...she's like  really influential- so I could kinda say power runs in my blood.

I have two sisters and two brothers. But I can't stand them half of the time.

Tanya, Ben, Leah and Rip are my siblings. We're all adopted.

In the house they are fully aware that I don't see them related to me in any way. But outside, because of the publicity-i refer to them as my siblings.

Tanya is Asian, Leah is British, Rip is Australian while Ben it's French.

I'm not the typical girly girl who loves celebrities or had crushes. I'm the opposite. I get into fights and trouble, I don't like boys and I'm regarded as a rebel, all I need to complete my look is loads of tattoos, a freakish bike and incredible piercings. I've gotten into so many fights and have so many beef with people. I'll not be surprise if a bounty is put on me in the future because I step on a lot of feet.

I have a best friend though; Her name's Lucy. We are quite opposite but similar.

So you guys might be getting bored of me telling you the story of my life but I really need you to be on the same page with me.

In south Hampton, it's so dead. Zang never lets us go out because of something that happened in the past. It's almost like we're trapped.
However, my grandparents who live in Windsor often come to take us for a family retreat where we get to meet other family members.
I often get glares when people find out about my family.

When I was growing up it was a lot worse. I used to get teased about it - I guess that's what make me start martial arts and kickboxing.

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Hi! Please comment and vote, this will let me know how people find the book, it'll also help me know how to structure my next chapter. Sorry this chapter is a bit boring and short but I don't want you to get lost.
Toodles:).

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