"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, I am af...
"in the end, we'll all become stories" - Margaret Atwood
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Nineteen years is a long time to have walked this Earth. Just think of all the people before you, and to come, who have not had the pleasure to have as many years on this planet as I. Quite strange, is it not?
Nineteen years is equal to six thousand, nine hundred, and thirty five days; one hundred and sixty six thousand, four hundred and forty hours; and nine million, nine hundred and eighty six thousand, four hundred minutes. However, life can change in just one second. That's all it takes to no longer hug your mother, eat that ice cream you've been craving, or read that book you've had sat next to your bed for the past year.
As I fasten the buckle to my Louboutin heels, the leather is a familiar touch along my fingertips. Many were not brought up into the same luxuries as I. Kensington is known for this lifestyle, on the contrary. Thousands and thousands of pounds are flung outside luxury vehicle windows as mindless wives and husbands flaunt their wealth whilst sipping on a large flat white from Costa Coffee.
Oxford is roughly an hour west from Kensington. Leaving the comfort of my house is something I've only seem to have dreamt of, seeing as my father is one who rarely allows my small centimetered feet to leave our black iron gates. But alas, that day is finally today. Nineteen years in the making, I, Ellison Sutton, am officially a freshman at the University of Oxford.
Incredible isn't it?
Jaxon is currently in the room on the opposite end of the hall, collecting his things as well. Being a sophomore, and a business major at Oxford, the enjoyment of escape from my family is sadly short lived. Jax already has his flat, and father bought me the one on the other end of the hallway. Quite familiar, no?
Being the daughter of a famous businessman in London, although highly cliche, is unfortunately the lifestyle I was born into. Now, please don't misunderstand my intentions, I am quite grateful for all that my father has given me. But that's the thing. It's all given. I haven't earned a thing that I own, and I've been taught that money is what makes the world go round. Fortunately, I don't buy into the bullocks my family has been brainwashed into believing.
There is seemingly nothing more that meets the eye when one views Ellison Sutton. A girl with designer brands on her back is all many see me for. And my social skills are a bowl of shite — pardon my language. Father is very well known in many parts of England; not just London. Father and Jax were very adamant about my staying away from the public eye, for reasons I've never really understood. I was to come back from my all girls school directly after class was over, and was only allowed out on one or two occasions if we had multiple guardians present. But, father never let me attend the grand charity auctions, like he let Jax. He wouldn't let me socialize with any of Jax's or his friends. I was basically a prisoner in my own home — like Harry Potter.
