Chapter 1

My name is Emily, I'm 16 years old, I live with my parents and my older brother in new York. My father is a lawyer and my mother is a reporter at the " New York Times ". my brother is in Canada, it's his first year in college, I have an aunt who is a writer and lives in LA, to be honest I've always wanted to be like her one day, famous, smart, rich and just has an amazing life, my grandfather and grandmother live in a farm that takes about 4 hours from NY to get there, that farm was my first home, I was born there and we lived there for like 5 years before we moved to NY, it's been 11 years since the last time I've saw it, when we moved we didn’t have the time to go there, so my grandpa and grandma would just come visit us in NY every summer, I learned how to ride horses, my horse named "Lucky" my grandpa named him that cause once the stable was on fire and he was the only one to survive, I really miss him he was my first friend, we live in a house with 3 floors, the first floor is where the " kitchen, living room and dad's office " is. The second floor is where " My parents room, my brothers room, my room , guest room and a small warehouse 'including 2 bathrooms' ". And the third floor is a cinema and a game room.

So I'm just a typical teenage girl, I go to school and I have friends, I go out in weekends, I attend parties. But my real problem is that I don’t really seem to be who I really am, you know when you live a life that is fake? Well not completely fake but a life where you have to be who people want you to be? You have to dress like them, look like them, think like them and even eat like them! Well that’s how my life really looks like, I have to go to shops that sells models clothes, I can't wear a jeans, a normal T-shirt and a pair of shoes cause that would just make me a loser! I can't eat more than one meal a day cause it only makes ma fat and I have to be skinny " and by meal I only mean salads and seafood " I wear high heels often in my life cause that’s what a cool and popular girl should look like, I'm not suppose to even touch a book cause it makes you a geek. In fact I can't talk to people who are " un-popular "  It may be a familiar life to some of you, but is it a life that some people actually love? Well I'll tell you a secret, for the past 3 years in my life I would wear a pullover and a jeans with shoes put on a cap so no one will know me and just hit the bookstore near our block sit there for like three hours and just read, then go to the restaurant next door grab a hamburger, after that I would just say goodbye to myself and put on the mask I was putting for the past 3 years in my life and go to my friends and be this mean popular girl everyone knows and adores. You probably think why am I doing this? Why am I pretending to be someone I'm not? How about I just stop talking and let you guys read my life? Okay then here you go