You see the girl sitting by her self, staring out of the plane window, upset and heart broken? Yeah that’s me. 6 weeks of happiness, laughter and what I thought love all torn from me.
My home city is Malibu, Los Angles, California but my daddy shipped me off to London for private education. I love it here it’s so different and somewhat quieter and more relaxed than LA.
I’m not your typical good girl, posh snob though. I’m his wild child it’s why my daddy and her sent me here, to try and make me change my ways. Obviously that hasn’t worked. All my 17 years on this planet hes tried controlling what I do, the life decisions I make, what I’m going to do when I’m older, but my mother passing away made life difficult and it got even harder to cope when my daddy got a new women.
She’s just with him for his money but he dosen’t see that.
I want to live independently and find who I am by my self it’s why I’m still here. They had enough of my behaviour and attitude, being sent home from school and being suspended. It was a win win for me to be honest.
School isn’t that bad over here. I’m treated less like a child and more of an adult. Especially with my English professor, Mr Adams. He treats me well if you know what I mean. Mr Adams gives me private lessons to help boost my grades and in return I give him what ever he wants. Don’t you start judging me. Everyone has their student teacher fantasies, I just get to live mine. But this isn’t what my story is about, it’s not a student teacher love story no. It’s my story how I fell in love with my daddy’s best friend, Lucas James.