Chapter 1:

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                                   ~ I'm writing this for my fam Abby and Isa~.   

        Hi my name is Abby Carson. My father owns a big business in a small town named Claremore in Oklahoma, and my mom died when I was around the age of 7. Me and my father live in the biggest house in our town, although it's mostly me and my bodyguards in the house because he's a workaholic. All he ever does is work, he's even missed holidays like Christmas, Easter, and even some of my birthdays. I suppose that is,after all, how we get most of our money. My mother was also a painter before she died, and her paintings sometimes sold for $8,000. 

       My father wants me to paint like my mother did, but I prefer to sit in my room and play Minecraft, or Face Time with my friends. I guess you could say I'm one of the top people in the school. I have a big group I hang around but only a few I'm actually close with. Most of the other people just want me for my money, which I kind of understand. I have a boyfriend too, his name is Theodore. He's a player but he's really nice to me so I guess my relationship status is going well. I'm not really the type of person that's stuck up and goes from guy to guy, I'm more like the  quiet and shy person.

        "Tomorrows a big day!" My dad, Leo, says as we sit down at the dinner table. " I've hired a famous artist to come and teach you how to paint. Maybe you've heard of him?, Bob Ross?" As soon as I heard that I dropped my fork and spaghetti sauce went everywhere " Bob Ross? Are you serious, he's like the most weirdest guy I've ever seen!" I practically yelled across the table then with that, I got up and went to my room. 

       I lay in bed all night thinking about how this was going to play out. He's so old and weird, I mean even his hair makes me mad to just think about. But now I have to look at it? This is going to be the worst experience of my entire life!! I close my eyes and try to loose my temper and eventually sleep takes over and I drift away into my dreams.

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