monster13years
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Chapter 1
If I died would I be missed, cried over, or even remembered? Would my parents bother to burry me or just leave me there to rot? They would probably do something, not because of me though. They would do something to get attention from the press. Like they don’t get enough attention from the press. My mom is a designer and my father has been in some “good movies” if they should even be called that. Apparently a good movie is considered something that has a guy who finds true love after being a total jerk for the entire thing. Two and a half hours of wasted time.
My parents are rich and famous, big deal! Now people try to be my friends just because my parents are rich and famous, for in my opinion doing nothing important. I only have one true friend...my dog. That’s the great thing about dogs they are there for you when no one else is. He is fat and happy. Just they way I like him; he gets a treat for just being my friend sometimes.
I am not the typical thirteen year old girl. Not just because of my parents but because of my style and personality. My parents call me a disgrace to the family. I don’t follow the fashion trends or match all the time I wear what is comfortable and in my opinion fawesome. It’s a word I made up combining fantastic and awesome, I like to make up words. That drives my parents insane. Also I tend to over explain things. This one time my mom asked what I thought of her dress and I went in to much detail in front of her customer about why I thought it was the most hideous thing ever. You should have seen it looked like a shower curtain that’s been rotting in a house that has been vacant for years. I was grounded for a week. It was worth it though, humiliating her.
I don’t look like others either at least not like other kids with rich and famous parents. I have red curly hair and I plan to dye it rainbow but I need to bleach it first. I’m not exactly skinny but I’m thinner than some. I run a lot, usually into woods so I can get away from my parents. Plus I hate the food the chef makes; caviar, stuffed mushrooms, and all the other fancy foods people cants pronounce. My motto: if you can not pronounce it don’t eat it.
My mom hates how I never eat what the chef makes. Just the other night we got in to a huge argument over it.
“Why do you not eat!” My mom screamed at me.
“Because I hate what the chef makes and I don’t eat that it doesn’t mean I don’t eat.” I yelled back “I just don’t eat that”
“Are you trying to be as skinny as a model?” my mom
My mom then stormed out of my room very dramatically
sorry that it is not in a correct format im typing it on word and i copied and pasted it here and i couldn't get the indent so i just skipped a line every new paragraph.
Also i do not have it titled yet so if you have a suggestion that would be helpful.
i plan to have it where she does die and ends up as a ghost walking around after her death seeing how people react.
If I died would I be missed, cried over, or even remembered? Would my parents bother to burry me or just leave me there to rot? They would probably do something, not because of me though. They would do something to get attention from the press. Like they don’t get enough attention from the press. My mom is a designer and my father has been in some “good movies” if they should even be called that. Apparently a good movie is considered something that has a guy who finds true love after being a total jerk for the entire thing. Two and a half hours of wasted time.
My parents are rich and famous, big deal! Now people try to be my friends just because my parents are rich and famous, for in my opinion doing nothing important. I only have one true friend...my dog. That’s the great thing about dogs they are there for you when no one else is. He is fat and happy. Just they way I like him; he gets a treat for just being my friend sometimes.
I am not the typical thirteen year old girl. Not just because of my parents but because of my style and personality. My parents call me a disgrace to the family. I don’t follow the fashion trends or match all the time I wear what is comfortable and in my opinion fawesome. It’s a word I made up combining fantastic and awesome, I like to make up words. That drives my parents insane. Also I tend to over explain things. This one time my mom asked what I thought of her dress and I went in to much detail in front of her customer about why I thought it was the most hideous thing ever. You should have seen it looked like a shower curtain that’s been rotting in a house that has been vacant for years. I was grounded for a week. It was worth it though, humiliating her.
I don’t look like others either at least not like other kids with rich and famous parents. I have red curly hair and I plan to dye it rainbow but I need to bleach it first. I’m not exactly skinny but I’m thinner than some. I run a lot, usually into woods so I can get away from my parents. Plus I hate the food the chef makes; caviar, stuffed mushrooms, and all the other fancy foods people cants pronounce. My motto: if you can not pronounce it don’t eat it.
My mom hates how I never eat what the chef makes. Just the other night we got in to a huge argument over it.
“Why do you not eat!” My mom screamed at me.
“Because I hate what the chef makes and I don’t eat that it doesn’t mean I don’t eat.” I yelled back “I just don’t eat that”
“Are you trying to be as skinny as a model?” my mom
My mom then stormed out of my room very dramatically
sorry that it is not in a correct format im typing it on word and i copied and pasted it here and i couldn't get the indent so i just skipped a line every new paragraph.
Also i do not have it titled yet so if you have a suggestion that would be helpful.
i plan to have it where she does die and ends up as a ghost walking around after her death seeing how people react.