Not Your Average American Rich Girl

426 Hollywood Blvd.

Welcome to my world. A world of Hollywood royalty. This is our home. A 12 bedroom mansion owned by my parents. My mother, Loraine Scottsdale, is one of the most renowned actresses. She's been acting since she was 18 earning herself 3 Academy Awards for best actress, along with 2 best supporting actress. For some reason at 26 she made a horrible, awful, treacherous decision- become a wife. Following that career boggling choice she also decided to become a mom. To 7 girls. The man she married is none other than my father- Harrison Scottsdale. My dad is one of the richest entrepreneurs after launching a weight loss program. Needless to say now neither one of them do anything productive in the world. After my youngest sister Katie was born 5 years ago my parents basically stopped contributing to the world. My mom now is a washed up actress who typically spends her days bragging to her friends about the spa she just had put in our home. My dad goes to work everyday. I highly doubt he does anything. He made his fortune and just collects his check at the end of the week. I also know for fact he doesn't need to go on business trips- he just enjoys cheating on my mom. My entire life is practically plastic. We may look like a dream family, but were not. My name is Paris Scottsdale. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I'm approximately 5' 7". I just graduated this past May. Now it's July and I see no need for college. My parents are billionaires that pay me every week for nothing. I lounge at the pool with whatever celebrities I want. I'm always on the cover of magazines. There's only one problem. I hate this life. Here's why- it's 9:21 am at my household this morning. Its fairly quiet. I'm sitting on the couch with one of my sisters and my mom. Now enter the rest of my siblings.

"AHHHHHHHH, MOM! I can't find my hair dryer ANYWHERE!!!" My sister screams as she runs down the steps. This is Georgia. She's 15. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Freckles. Truly beautiful if you ask me. But, like the rest of my family she's a total bitchy brat.

"Georgia it's in Holly's room she told you she was borrowing it," My older sister Giana tells her from the couch. Giana's 22 and my favorite of my sisters. She's usually level headed, but now she's modeling for one of the biggest industries in the world- and supermodeling really can change someone.

"Giana maybe you should quit stealing my makeup everyday its honestly beyond annoying," complained my 20 year old sister Piper as she walked into the sitting room from the kitchen. Piper's an actress. She isn't very good. But, she does have all it takes to be successful- she has a mom who started from nothing that really could act. Piper looks nothing like the rest of my family- she has red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. Makes you wonder if it wasn't just my dad having affairs.

"Piper just please understand this- my allowance is by far big enough to allow me to purchase my own makeup. I don't need yours. If I by chance took something of yours my apologies. But that seems impossible when we have our own bathrooms," Giana replied.

"Georgia I have your hair dryer!" Holly, who is the tender age of 12 says as she walked down the stairs behind us.

"Holly who gave you permission to take it!" Georgia stammered.

Bickering was just beginning. I couldn't handle this anymore I saw the rest of the girls coming down the stairwell just to join in the arguing.

I walk the back hallway in silence to the elevator. I step inside.

"Hello Miss Paris. What floor may I assist you to this afternoon?" An automated speaker asks me as I stand in the elevator.

"Floor 4 please!"

I ride the elevator up to the 4th floor. That's the level of the house that has Giana, Piper, Georgia, along with myself share. I step off the elevator onto pink carpet surrounded by light pink walls. Its so beautiful in this part of the house. It has a pink velvet couch with a gorgeous chandelier over it. There's 4 separate doors connected into this room that belong to us girls. Each of our rooms are gigantic with walk in closets and private bathrooms. I go to my room and lie on my bed checking my social medias. Its about time I up my Instagame. I only have 97 million followers at the current moment. Whatever. That really doesn't matter. BUT what does matter is this- I'm sick of this life. I can't have cameras on me all the time. I'm tired of this over the past 18 years. I also can't keep riding on my parents money. Tonight at dinner I know my news will definitely be bigger than Giana talking about her shoot with Vogue. I'm moving to New York City.