Emilia_Esme_
For as long as I can remember my parents controlled everything in my life, including: who my friends were, what I was allowed to wear, where I was allowed to go, who I was allowed to date, what I was allowed to eat, what I was allowed to watch on T.V, I could go on and on. But I don't want to make my parents seem like evil monsters; they are loving and caring people and I guess I just put up with my over arranged life ( like a pushover ) because it made them happy. I never thought once about what would make me happy, until I my parents crossed the line; I left them and started living life to the fullest with a bit of help from a bad boy ( I'll explain more about that in the story ).