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I've always  been the kind of girl that everyone envied or wanted. And I'm not trying to be cocky, It's just what my momma tells me.

Her words were always " Everyone should want to be you or want to marry you." Peering over my shoulder,in the mirror, every morning since I was 4 years old.

No creases in my clothes, no split ends in my hair, clear, moisturized skin, and my feet and hands always done.

Starting off with a conservative clear coat from the age of 5 to 9, then a bubblegum pink coat from 10-13, and from then on, I was a teen and able to explore any fashion choice I wanted.

Except for the few things that my mom considered to  "delude" my appearance , such as tattoos,dying my hair, most piercings, cutting my hair, and wearing all black.

She was the type of mom that lived through me and everything she didn't get to do as a child, I had to, despite my constant pleas not to.

From big ass pageants to singing and acting classes, I had to do it all and be the best at it or my mom would flip shit.

Now despite all of the snobby things I was accustomed to, that wasn't me.

I wasn't too big of a bitch unless I needed to be and I wasn't trying to be the most popular, it just happened because I was actually fucking nice and cool with everyone, and the parties my mom prompted me to throw probably helped to.

But I was fed up.

Everything's been the same since I was younger.

Rich girl, divorced mom in a constant mid-life crisis , and every one was the same.

They were either too intimidated by me, thinking that I was something that I wasn't.

Or they wanted me for benefits of some sort.

Or there were the guys. 

They saw a pretty face and a curvy body and wanted every part of me. Sex or a relationship, I never wanted any parts of that with anyone.

Geez so many problems.

I know I know, I have such a hardlife.

Believe me, the complaining will end very soon. But you've got to know whats going on to completely understand.

Now, I'm 18 and a senior at Flemming high school.

I just  had my 18th birthday bash and it was called " Flemming Highs birthday bash of the century"

It wasn't exactly what I wanted but it was ok.

Imagine project x without the flame thrower and the car in the pool and a crazy ass mom instead.

Pretty sure she was hosting my party better than I was but it's whatever.

I was more of a have a wild night with my best friend and go to someone elses party and have a sleep over after type of gal but that wasn't my life.

And of course the bash came right before prom, so you know my mom was all over that.

" Leah boo! I've got amazing news!" The front door slams shut and my mother yells from the foyer.

I throw my laptop off of my lap and make my way down the grand staircase.

I sit down on the bottom step and put my head in the palm of my hand.

"what's the sitch?" I say waiting on the list of things my mom probably has for me and planned for prom.

" so for prom, I have a few ideas about your dress and as head of the planning committee...."

I spaced out, knowing that she didn't need my opinion on anything just a second party to listen.

But then she finally gained my attention again.

" Oh Leah, I almost forgot I signed you up for acting lessons and If you want, this will be your last acting class."

 I internally jumped for joy, thanking god for an end to those useless lessons.

"The teacher I got you is said to be top of the line, looky, here's a picture, doll."I walk over to look at her phone, already annoyed, not wanting to get into these dumb ass classes again.

My eyes went wide.

"Mom that's Mother fuckin, Tom Holland!"

"Leah! Watch your mouth!"

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To be continued very soon ladies...