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"I stay up, talkin' to the moon,
Been feelin' so alone in every crowded room, Can't help but feel like something's
wrong, yeah,
'Cause the place I'm livin' in just doesn't feel like home."
Few days back
Alexandra Hamilton was perched above her mahogany desk, carefully crafting a letter that would lead her one step closer towards her goal. A sudden ping! from her mobile made her jolt. She picked up her phone to see the notification that came from the bank.
Money transferred to XXXXXX
She smirked. All the things were going as planned. She had transferred all of the money of her trust fund and some from her personal account to a newly- made one into a different bank. Although she knew that the money withdrawal and transfer notification regarding her personal account would go to her father's email, she remained indifferent because she knew that these kinds of large money withdrawals were common in her household.
The perks of being rich.
She went back to writing her letter. After completing it, she neatly placed it in an envelope and sealed it with glue. She left the envelope unaddressed and placed it inside her drawer.
Time to put her plan into action.
She quickly got her Louis Vuitton clutch and trudged downstairs. "Mom, I'm going shopping! Tell me if you want anything," she shouted.
Trisha Hamilton was very happy to see a little bit of her daughter's old persona back. Alexandra had drastically changed since the previous summer and Mrs. Hamilton didn't have a clue why. She had stopped going to parties, and refused to interact with any of her friends, instead staying holed up inside her room and keeping to herself. This was the first time in ages that she had decided to go shopping.
