Eye Candi

Eye Candi

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Candace Palemetris has a "perfect" life; perfect mangable black hair, perfect skin, perfect straight white teeth, a perfect well bread althletic boyfriend, perfect luxgery class family, perfectly huge Los Angeles home, a perfect head cheerleader body and she's a perfect bitch to boot basically she's your everyday,run of the mill, rich, snotty, entitled, cheer-bitch destine to marry young and rich and sit back and collect mommy and daddy's money, no more no less or at least one would think. Hell even she thinks so, that is until a surprise family trip with a friend of her mother's and her family leads her to question who she is and what perfect really means.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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