"'Pack all your f*cking sh*t now, you stupid b*tch!' my mom screamed from downstairs. Her voice, loud and raspy on account of her smoking since the age of 11, echoed up the long staircase and knocked on my door and chilled me to my bones which probably wasn't difficult to begin with considering I only weighed 100 pounds due to the anorexia i suffered in 9th grade. 'Now, filthy wh*re!' her voice rang through the house once more. What did she mean? What did I have to pack for?" This is the story of an average girl sold as a slave to the Australian "rap" superstar Iggy Azalea. *Also, thanks to IggySwagFan for making the awesome cover for my story!
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