IgnoredZonebyhim
Honestly, I wrote this when I was 9 years old? I haven't revised it since then. I have this feeling that I'll cringe when I re-read this story, so I'd rather not torment myself then.
Everyone says that my life is perfect because I am from the richest family on Earth, famous, intelligent, strong, and beautiful, but on the inside, I am perfectly imperfect.
My parents and my 2 older brothers are always out of the country doing business. Even on special occasions, therefore I celebrate them alone. My maids, butlers, cooks, and other house staff members always stared at me with eyes full of pity. Every year I was lonely while others have families to celebrate with.
Sometimes I wished to be born into a normal family so that my family didn't have to go on business trips and that causes me to merely see them.
I have very few friends. 2 boys to be exact, they were the only people who have really treated me like family. When I thought that it couldn't get any worse, my parents made me move to our new mansion in Nevada.
How will things turn out? Will you see your friends ever again? Will you make more friends?