Hello!
Most people have no idea what it's like to be the daughter of a Luxembourgian pop-star who's immigrated to America. In fact, almost no one knows what that's like. And that's why I'm writing this today. I just need to vent, ok? That may be a lousy reason, but I'm just being honest. Don't worry though… I'm going to do more than vent. Reading this IS worthwhile; please don't lose interest yet. Even if stressful and exhausting, my life is also quite exciting. And I have some very interesting stories to tell. So here goes!
I am the daughter of Marie Maesigold. You may or may not have heard of her. I can assure you she's very big in Luxembourg. She birthed me fourteen years ago to the day, my sire being some jerky fan of hers named Thomas who's never even bothered to make contact with me. Yeah, that's right. I don't know my father, but I suspect I wouldn't want to. My mom actually hasn't talked to him since I was conceived. Anyways, today's my fourteenth birthday, and since it couldn't really get any lamer, I thought I'd go ahead and spend the rest of it writing this account of my life for all of you suckers to read.
We moved here two years ago. Before we moved, we were always traveling. It's amazing how many cities there are to visit, and concerts to perform, even within the tiny country of Luxembourg. But since we were always traveling, I never really made any friends, and was forced into a lonely existence in which my only companions were my tutor Harry, (who sadly was nowhere near as hot as the adorable Harry Styles) my maid Marge, (who was exactly as her name suggests) and my best trusted companion Franny (who happened to be of the feline species). I was forced to stay out of sight of the public all my life, a result of my being ill-legitimately born. My mom didn't want the bad publicity. (Which tells you something about my mother's character.) Unfortunately in Luxembourg, unlike America, being born out of wedlock does not make you cooler. There were some upsides to being a pop-stars daughter, I suppose. For one, I got good at slipping places unnoticed. I could go into press conferences, famous-people conventions, big cities, or could even go under the stage and spy on people, all without being noticed by either my mother or anyone else. The other benefit was that I could have basically whatever material possession I wished. (Which, quite frankly, is overrated.)
When we moved her two years ago, my mom was in for a huge wake up call. I finally had to go to real school, (which was both wonderful and horrible) and my mom had to get a real job for the first time in her life. Also, I finally had friends. (Rosaline and Anna, you rock!) Anywho, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to wrap it up for today, but I'll write later about those stories I promised. For now, though: au revior, and have a great day!
