That's Who Society Thinks I Am

by xLouderNow rjx

Rae Huntzberger doesn't remember her mother all that much. She lives with her alleged dad. What happens when she finds a secret at a bar. It's cool. Not the summary. That stunk. But the story, That's pretty cool. NOT rogan! some Lit!

1. Pssshhhhh

My name is Renee Lorelai Huntzberger. I'm 17 and I love classical music and hanging out with my dad. I am a member of the DAR and love setting up functions and parties for all those in society to enjoy. Those who are not rich or do not belong to society should be frowned upon and whatnot. My friends are all of good breeding and I love dressing up in poofy ballgowns and parading around in a circle for all to mock.

Pshhhh.

That is who society thinks I am.

I am really Rae Huntzberger. My life revolves around anything punk or rock and my dad and I only speak a few words a day to each other. Those words are usually "Turn it down" or "In or out for dinner?" Or he's yelling at me. That we do a lot of. The DAR can kiss my ass and I only go to parties because my dad makes me. He usually has to pay me off. I am the proud bassist for Segway, the band in which me, my boyfriend, Nate, and two of our friends rock in.

My dad doesn't really get me. He knows that I'm not really the best behaved person ever. Okay maybe he spends most of the days yelling at me but what are you gonna do right? He doesn't know exactly how bad. He gets the readers digest version. For instance he doesn't know that I sneak out almost every other night, play in a band, or who my boyfriend is.

Oh and if you were wondering, I don't exactly know where my mom is at the moment. I do know that her name is Rory Gilmore. She decided when I was 2 that she didn't love my dad anymore so she filed for divorce. Since she was always away being a foreign correspondent on the other side of the world, Dad won custody. From what I know, she was a pretty cool lady but she must have had some issues to leave like she did. I guess she's tried to have contact with me but Dad stubbornly won't let her. I've seen her a few times at fancy parties but that was rare and as soon as my dad found out I was shooed out right away. Last year I found a bunch of old letters from her that dad had hidden in his office. I read them all and yelled at him. Then I snuck out the back window and ate a box of Oreo's with Nate at 7 11.

So at the moment I am at one of none other than Emily Gilmore's fabulous function for some charity. It took 35 bucks from my dad's pocket and the knowledge that Nate would be here for me to drag myself away from my stereo to the party. I just got the new Incubus album and I find it disrespectful to leave in the middle of a first listening. Instead I brought the iPod and paused the stereo until next time.

I am sitting on an uncomfortable chair leaning my head on my hand hiding the speaker to my iPod which was located in my dress. I just had to keep a look out for incoming small talkers, the Gilmore's and of course Dad. I was fiddling with the fake hair that covered up my pink (this weeks color) highlights. I wasn't allowed to show them at parties. Dude this CD is good. I picture your face in the back of my..."Ah!" I jumped as someone whispered hi in my free ear.