Let's get one thing straight: I'm not shallow. But I live in Westchester. I go to one of the most exclusive schools in the country. I'm an heiress, and my parents have a reputation to maintain. I have to dress perfectly, every hair, in place, because it reflects on them. I have to be popular, get good grades, maintain a perfect shell, and never let anyone know how I feel. I have to be perfect, and that pertains to the company I keep as well. I can't be seen with anyone who isn't up to those standards, either. On second thought, maybe I am shallow. But it's a survival tactic.
My little sister Amanda might have the same expectations soon. But since I'm the eldest, she has room to be a little kid. She gets to mess up in school and in dance, then come home and goof off with her dork friends. She seems so happy. I wonder how she finds so much joy in being a social disappointment. Then again, I wouldn't know what that's like. I've been onstage, putting on a show, since I was born. The perfect little Hollister daughter, at baby pageants, acing everything since kindergarten. Seemingly effortless. As if. In reality I have someone micromanaging every aspect of my life, especially my studies. It almost makes me wish I was poor. But that's ridiculous. I have everything. My life is perfect. Why shouldn't I feel like the luckiest girl in the world?
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Tales of a not-so-perfect daughter
FanfictionMackenzie Hollister has always had to be perfect. That means keeping straight A+s, wearing what's trendy, standing out for all the right reasons, and only speaking to people who follow the same rules. She has a reputation to maintain after all. So w...
