The Same?.. I think not!
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MatureOngoing18m
Last published Tue, Sep 16, 2014
Most people think of me as the average rich snobbish person in high school. They all think that I own a Porsche that I drive to school, that I own the latest IPhone and parents that give me everything I want. That's kinda not the case, I mean i still get everything i want and I do drive a Porsche but i don't rub it in. I'm different! I hide these stuff. I have an issue with showing off. I just like to keep my things personal and not let the whole world see it all.
I am pissed off with my parents for not being there and yeah my parents don't even care. The hell I don't even know if they know they own a child sometimes. They act like I don't exist. They never call when they're on a business trip. They are never there for me. They just send my butler money to buy me what I need. They travel around the world and I'm alone at home with my butler.
This is the life of a rich high schooler that wants to be known as just and average high schooler with a loving family....
BTW.. I don't care about the mistakes I make and my grammar!
:-) Enjoy :-) -Sharon ❤️
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