Disclaimer: Nope the Suite Life isn't mine. The characters aren't either.
The Narrative Stylings of London Tipton
Yes that's right… It's the fabulous London Tipton. Well sorta. I mean don't get me wrong being a celebrity, and of course being an heiress is fun but it's not as easy as it looks. I mean it started when I was little. One of my first memories, daddy was already very successful and he already managed to divorce my mom. He had just decided to let me live at the Tipton in Boston, with a nanny of course. He told me that it was a must that I be a good little girl cause I reflect on his image. So I nodded and gave him a big hug, then he walked out the door. I haven't seen him much since. He always promises to come to see me and take me places, but that usually doesn't happen. At first it used to crush me but by now I'm kind of used to it, you know.
To tell you the truth I really miss my dad. We never do the father-daughter things every other family does. He never taught me how to play his favorite sport or taken me to see a movie. We never got a chance to really bond; in fact I bond more with the gifts he sends me. I've had a lot of people ask me what I remember most about my dad. It's the smell of his cologne. Every time I get a gift from him, I take a second before I open it to inhale and kind of embrace his aroma. Then I kind of imagine what it's like to be in his arms again… stupid I know, but still.
I've spent most of my time getting to know the different nannies my dad hires. When I was younger I was really able to torment the ones I didn't like, sometimes to the point they'd run out screaming. It wasn't very nice, but it was kind of my job. I mean so many young women came into my life thinking "all I gotta do is watch the little brat a couple of hours a day and I possess part of Tipton's fortune" it's not that easy. But I will admit some of the nannies I've had we're really nice, they were almost like mom.
Mom is a very special word. You can't give it to just anyone. My real "mom" doesn't really want much to do with me. Her real plan was to be part of my dad's millions, she was willing to do anything to get that and trust me she did. That's how a big mistake was born… me. She didn't really want to have me but my dad convinced her not to have an abortion. It's been 16 years so I guess I'm not that mad I just accept it. She did come to my Sweet 16, maybe it's her way of saying she okay with the fact that I'm alive. Since then I've had at least five step moms but the relationships never lasted long and if you ask me they're all gold-diggers. My newest mom is kind of okay, she tries I guess and I really appreciate it, but I kind of gave up on ever having a "mom" so it's really hard to strive and make things work now.
So basically what I do is shop. I forget about how screwed up the world can be and I shop! I charge it! I buy everything I want. Well almost everything… secretly I've always wanted to be smart. Smart like Maddie. It makes her seem so sophisticated. I bet daddy would love to have a daughter just like her. But you know what even though I'm j-je-jealous I'm not gonna go say bad things about her, cause she's just about the only true friend I have, her and Ivana of course!
Overall I guess I have most of what I ever wanted. A good friend like Maddie, Moseby who's more of a father then my real one is, an inheritance bigger than anyone could possibly imagine and of course the pearl necklace I bought this morning.
It's a charmed, but complicated, life.
--LONDON TIPTONxoxox
A/N: Voila, chapter 3. You must get it by now 4 reviews and I keep going. I'd ask for 5 but I don't want to push my luck. And don't forget to check out me other TSLoZaC fanfic Help Wanted!
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