A/N: This is a new story. I know, I know 'Chapter one' and you didn't figure that out already.. hehe. Anyways, I'm taking a different approach with this one. Realistic Fiction: as in, it could have happened to someone, but it didn't happen to me. Hope you enjoy. Anyways, each chapter will center around a song. This one is 'Absolutely (Story of a Girl)' by Nine Days. An oldie which I love, hope you like it. A review wouldn't hurt either (HINT!) Later

Well, after everything is all said and done, the mistakes made, lies told, hearts broken, lives ended... I think I'm ready to tell my story. The absolute unadulterated truth.. but before I begin, I think maybe I should tell you what this is all about. I don't just mean the topics and stories I went through or will tell, but this chapter of my life. Is it a memoir, an autobiography... yes yes, I know they are the same thing technically..but I want to get the right title on my work. I guess for now, I will just call it my story.

'The Story of a Girl' the perfect title, because that's just what I was back then. Regardless of my age, my development, my knowledge, I was just a girl. A stupid girl with no life experience who expected life to be a teen drama that splash of romance mixed in. A kid waiting for one of those perfect life scenarios to someday materialize in the form of some hot new guy at school, who somehow noticed me, fell in love at first sight, and made me popular and happy, because of course with expectations like that, I couldn't have been.

And let's not forget the hopes of being loved by my parents like my siblings were, even after years of not.

Okay, so what if that doesn't exactly prove my point about being immature and expecting the world, it was something I wanted that which is highly improbable... I guess I just needed to say it, like I need to say everything else in this tale of my life. Confess is the better word actually. I need to confess all that has happened.. not to you, but actually to myself, I guess you're just along for the ride.

But before I pour out my heart and soul into these words.. I guess you should know more about my life

To an outsider, I should have been your typical 'spoiled little rich girl,' because I do in fact belong to one of those filthy rich trust fund families... well, I shouldn't say I 'belong.'

I was the fifth wheel of the picture perfect all American family. I swear, I was an accident. I have a brother and a sister, twins, each the spitting image of one of my parents... I guess I am the product of my mother's infidelity

Anyways, the twins are PERFECT. They are not identical, never finish each other's sentences, never hang out together... but then again they've never needed to, since they've each always had a million and one friends. No, I was never one of them.

I keep getting off topic when it comes to descriptions, sorry. I'll try to stay on task from now on, and just describe appearances, personalities don't even need my commentary. So no more.

So back to the perfect ones. Both have blond hair; Vincent is a carbon copy of my father, aside from Mother's brilliant green eyes. He has a fine bone structure, a strong build, from the years of track, short dirty blond hair, a gigantic entourage, and it always seems to me like he changes girlfriends like he changes designer shirts.

Okay, I'm weak, but commentary isn't bad. I mean, this is about my experiences isn't it?

Anyways, Victoria, a platinum blond, like mother, has a toned tennis player's body, and what I believe was a boob job done at age 14. She, unlike Vince, has my father's crystal blue eyes. That minor difference means little, to nothing, because like our brother, she also had hundreds of friends and fans. And let's not forget the multiple boyfriends at a time.. and some girlfriends sprinkled in. This is because, of course, she is 'bi'. Although she just says that because guys think it's hot. She's NOT 'confused' or 'exploring' like my parents try to convince themselves, she is just a spoiled little whore who gives bisexuals a bad name!

Forgive that outburst, but it'll make sense later...

So, the non look alike twins shared all the features of my parents, which make it obvious that they are all related. Like my parents, Vladimir and Valerie Bailey, my siblings are, as I said, blond, but they are also giants to me. All ranging between 5'11 and 6'5. They all had long toned legs and bodies that were made for the beach. It's like they are all in the beautiful people's club, and I'm a 'normie' who isn't invited.

Their skin tanned perfectly no longer the weather or conditions, no one burned, no one got pimples, no one had a single blemish...unless you count having me in the family.

I, no, I am not the Violet or Vanessa, who completes the 'V' name tradition.

Hi, I'm Elizabeth, and I'm average

First of all, ELIZABETH! How could anyone argue that my mother did like me? My name doesn't even have a 'V' in it! It's like she planned for me to be a weirdo in my own family!

Now, back to how average I am. I'm 5'4, average body type, I'm slim enough, but you can tell that I am not naturally lean or toned. I have just enough body fat to make me wear a one piece to the beach and stay stationary under an umbrella, unlike the other females in my house. I have average length brown hair, average brown eyes, and an average modest b-cup. I have average skin that burns before it bronzes and an average face, with no particular structure.

I get pimples, although not often, but I still get them! And to top it all off, I have three, count 'em, THREE friends. Luckily none of whom I am related to, since they're all AWESOME!

I am not a nerd, or a geek. I'm a nobody. Which, if you didn't know, is worse.

I guess that gives you a good enough first look at me and them. So, sit back and learn what I learned the hard way. Listen and understand everything that has happened, and what that has done for me. So, without further ado.

The Story of a Girl