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Exposition

Hi I'm Rachel Breyer. I'm a 13 year old girl going to Greenwood Middle School. I live on Jaz Street in the alley between the small Asian restaurant and pet store. I've been living on my own in that alley after my mother and father disowned me on my twelfth birthday out of fear of my abnormalities.

My parents are both extremely well established in their fields. My father is Adrien Aren, the most well known designer and fashion model in the industry. He began modeling at the age of 6. He was the epitome of innocent. He had the most innocent looking, brilliant light blue eyes, light blonde hair, and cute face. He immediately lept in popularity. By the age of 7 he was the most popular child model. By the age of 13 he was on the cover of 10 different magazine publications. His popularity only grew after he began to mature. At age 16 he had a full time job as a model and had offers from around the globe. He also began to become more judgmental of the clothes he was asked to model. He began designing clothes on his own, and by no surprise they soon were in every store imaginable. He founded his own company at the age of 20 and owns it to this day.

My mother is Mary Dawn, New York's most infamous lawyer. She never loses a case whether her client is guilty or not. Her life started a bit more slowly than my fathers, but she still was not without grand successes. Despite not being known on a global scale like my father at age 7, she was considered a genius by her town and family. She was able to read middle school level books at age 4, hold her own in a debate with her parents at age 6, and after finishing kindergarten, she skipped into fifth grade at age 7. My mother was always a good at debate and rhetoric, so it was already decided that she would be a lawyer. My mother had a lot of free time as a child because she played no sports or instruments, so she spent that time rewatching different court cases, reading books, and writing out different mock trial scenarios. She began to take college courses at the age of 12 and excelled. She began college at age 14 and graduated from Harvard seven years later at age 21. She was valedictorian in her class every year despite her young age.

My parents always had the best luck of everyone and anyone. Almost no one dared oppose them because they always dominated the competition.

A few weeks after my father launched his first line of clothing and accessories, counterfeits began popping up. For some reason in around a day or so, each counterfeit stopped being produced. Then a few weeks after the first counterfeit was discontinued, people stopped making illegal copies of my father's designs. 

My mother, even during school, never lost a debate or mock trial. Her opponents never had enough evidence, forgot what they were saying, stumbled on their words, or got sick before or during the trial. People began to stop wanting to debate against her and most people stopped pressing charges against her clients.

It was like someone was watching over them both, protecting them; it seems as though their lives were going way too well for them.

Why couldn't they protect me just like they were protected?