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A/N: This is Alex's life story, as I see it. There will be Malex somewhere. Starts from a young age. I'll tell you if her age changes.
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I'm also posting this story on the Malex boards. Just thought that I should put it on here too. And since I have written little over 30 chapters already, the updates for this should be very regular. At first, at least. And if there is interest.

Chapter 1

As always on Saturdays, I was walking along the mall with my mother. I had already gotten a few pretty dresses and a pearl necklace. My mother likes to show me off. She always buys me the prettiest dresses and jewels. And every time I go with her, when she's meeting her friend, they all treat me like I'm some fucking little baby. I'm almost six years old, and I'm a big girl.

"Oh my God!" I suddenly squeal out, as I see the most beautiful doll on the toy store's window. "Mommy, please buy me that." I pout, and look up at her.

"No, Alex. You have enough of dolls. And how often do you play with them?"

I look at the doll again, but I feel my mom pulling me away already. I sigh. "Daddy's going to buy it to me." I announce it. Because I know he will buy me that doll. And a hundred other dolls, if I want to.

My daddy's not like my mom. He thinks I'm his little princess, even when I'm not wearing the pretty dresses and stuff. And he buys me everything I want. My every royal wish is his command.

"I think you need some new shoes." I sigh and follow her. I'm tired already, and can't wait to get home. Daddy's friends are coming over tonight and having a barbeque party. Which means that Cara's coming over. I haven't seen my best friend for a whole week.

"Mom, could we go home? Daddy's friends are coming over soon." I look up at her, hopefully.

"Not before we buy some new shoes."

I knew it. "Alright. But only a few pair of shoes, okay? I don't think I need as much as shoes as you have. My closet wouldn't like it."

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I jump out of the limousine, almost before the driver can stop the car, and run towards the house. I can hear my mom yelling something after me, but I don't really care. Cara's going to be here soon, and I so need to get ready.

"Daddy!" I holler as I run into the house, through the hall, into the living room, back to the hall and down the stairs to the basement, then up the stairs again and right into my daddy's study. "It was horrible." I sigh and walk over to my dad and sit down onto his lap.

"That bad, huh?" He smiles and stands up, while carrying me. "But I believe Cara's coming over soon enough, so you should start getting ready. She'll be here in less than 20 minutes. Carl told me they'll be here early."

"Oh my God! Really?" I smile. "That's great! But, daddy, I saw the most gorgeous doll, but mom wouldn't buy it!"

"We can go to the mall tomorrow, and I'll buy you the doll."

I kiss his cheek. "You're the best, daddy."

He smiles and put me down. "I know."

"I need to go change now!" I give daddy one last smiled before running off to my rooms. As I reach my bed room, I pull off the dress. I like wearing dresses and skirts, but not the ones my mom chose for me.

I walk over to my walk in closet and pull out a jean skirt and red top with a white A on it. I start unbraiding the braids my mom braided this morning. As I get finished, and look into the mirror, I feel someone pushing me onto the ground.

"Cara!" I scream out and hug my best friend, who at the moment is straddling me. I smile up at the red head. "I've missed you." I stare into her green eyes and hug her again.

I think Cara is the most beautiful person I have ever met. She has long, wavy red hair and the greenest eyes. Plus, she has that whole pale skin thing working for her. And she's really nice and fun, too. I have never seen her saying anything bad to anyone.

"Missed you too," she says softly and kisses my cheek. She then gets up, and pulls me up with herself.

"Let's go outside. I want to show you the new play house my dad bought me. It's a miniature version of our house." I grab her hand and we run down the stairs and to the huge back yard.