Money doesn't buy happiness

Money doesn't buy happiness

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I'm 18 . My name is beautiful. I just graduated from diamond high . I'm a model/ singer / dancer and painter. My dad suicide is in jail for life because, he killed my uncle rock and stole every dime rock had which was about more than a billion dollars . Which was put in a trust for me until I turn 18. I live in a luxury 3 bedroom apartment . My mom left me when i turned 9 she told me to take care of myself and be good and I never saw her again . All I have left is a torn up picture. California hasn't exactly been good to me. I've been used , abused and as I say treated not as my name. I'll get to the rest in the story....
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Hey! My names Lexi Wiles and I am 16. My parents decided that they should ship me to fucking Australia to my aunts so I would stay out of trouble. I'm not even that bad! I mean yeah sure I might have done drugs and partied every night and fucked a few guys.... and spray painted my school on the inside and out.... and was in a gang and sold drugs but I'm not that bad! My gang used to call me Sneakers because I always wear my converse but they all thought Sneakers was cuter for a cutie. I was the leader. People feared us. My gang had piercings and tattoos and knew how to kick ass. Now that I got shipped here I gotta make myself known around here.

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