A/N: Somebody tell me why I’m starting another story? I guess that I’m just plain bored. All I do is work, and soon band, but I’ll still have a lot of free time until school starts up again… I can handle it, right? Right. Please read, and review, and tell your friends so they can read and so they can review and so they can tell their friends and so on and so forth. Thanks a bunch!

1 Priceless

June 9th, 2002


I am spoiled.

I’ll admit it; I’m a spoiled little brat. There’s nothing to hide, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you should be jealous of me. Yeah, that’s right, everyone’s envious of me. I have the devilish good looks and the money to boot. I have the beautiful boyfriend, who’ll do anything for me, and I have the ‘famous family name’ to keep me high on the food chain. I’m the envy of all those ugly girls who try to by cute, and I’m the girl that every guy wants. Well, at least I thought every guy wanted me. It’s a real slap in the face when you realize that there’s really more to people than power and money.

It sounds crazy, I know, but it’s true. I didn’t believe it myself at first, but then again, someone of my stature would be hard to convince. I was prep; I’ll admit it. I thought that if it was expensive, it was good, and if I didn’t have it, I needed it. I was always dressed in the latest fashion and needless to say, I was never caught in the same outfit more than twice. My hair was always brushed and combed and never would you be able to see my brown roots. It’s true; blondes do have more fun.

I insisted on going to a public high school, I told my mother that my beautiful figure would be put to waste in uniforms, and, as always, I got my way. I was the pride of the Manchester High School, head cheerleader and captain of the girls’ volleyball team. Oh yeah, I was on top. All the teachers adored me because not only were my parents the cutest high school sweethearts Manchester ever witness, but I actually got decent grades. I’m no genius, but I was smart enough to keep me in the right grade every year. The more preppy, pretty people do get better treatment in the school, but because I was one of them, I didn’t think much more of it. I liked the ass kissing and I liked the attention to the extent that I craved it from everyone and anyone I ran across. So much that I even expected it from others.

I was never home on Friday nights. During the fall, of course, I was at the football games, cheering on our undefeated Tigers, leading to victory over and over again. Of course, there were parties afterwards, and what kind of party would it be without me? Everybody knew me and everybody loved me. I wasn’t a slut however, and in fact, I only had sex once up to my junior year of high school. That was the year that started off perfectly. My boyfriend gave me a ‘promise ring’ before the first football game, one week before school started, and that just started it all. He was kind of a jock, okay; he was a real jock, but head cheerleader, captain of the football team? It was given that we were to be together. It didn’t matter, he was romantic, I guess, and I liked him.

Love is such a strong word, however, and that was something that I couldn’t admit to him. I didn’t love him, but I liked him a lot. He made me happy, sometimes he made me mad, but it was all for show. We had to be together. We both played along with it, whether we knew we were playing or not. That was kind of how my mom and dad got together. My dad was the star quarterback for the team and quite popular. My mom was on our “drill team,â€