Samantha!!!!!!! Get down here right now! Coming mother! A girl in a sleeveless, skin tight extremely short pink dress walked down. Sam had passed the Goth stage in her life and now was really girly. Sweetie come on we are going to lunch. As they walked to their limo people were bowing and praising them. At the restaurant people were also bowing down to them. When they got there table Mrs. Manson said. Order anything you want. It's not like we don't have the money. Mom I hate it when they bow, tell them to stop. No. Samantha you just have to learn to live with it. As you probably don't know the Manson's own the world and own everything in it. Samantha tonight we are having a huge fancy party so wear your best dress. OK mother. But who are you inviting? Only the higher class people no one with under $1000000 can come. So only rich people can come? Yes. Back at the Manson's house Samantha was getting ready for the big party. She finally decided on her sleeveless, skin tight, short, light blue dress. She was trying to think of the positive things that could come out of the party. Not stuck up boys. No chance. This is going to be just like the other parties, stupid and pointless. During the party Samantha just sat in the corner. Even though Samantha had a perfect figure, skin, hair, and everything boys were to scared to ask her to dance. When everyone else was laughing and having fun at her party she just sat. She was filled with emotions and finally just went to her room and soon fell asleep, crying. Samantha. It's time to wake up for breakfast. Coming! Today we are going shopping. In the mall Mrs. Manson told everyone they could stop bowing and go on with there lives. So Samantha saw all the other teens laughing and having fun with their friends. Nobody wanted to be her friend. If they did it was only because she was rich. It was never because they wanted to. Why did my family have to own this world? If they didn't maybe I could have friends like that. Were the only thoughts going through her head. Once their hands were filled with bags they went home. That night Samantha thought about what her life could have been if she was not a Manson. But her thoughts turned to how miserable she was. I hate my family! My moms a bitch! I almost never see my father. He is such an ass hole! I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. Then she cried herself to sleep.