I used to be like them. Popular. Loved by all. Happy. Then life took a dump then rigged an explosion. Family turned into meaningless strangers who's words never reached to heart as they had a newfound obsession. That oh so happy seven year old was getting everything she ever wanted. A new iPad, Gucci and Chanel. And that was just a random cheap thing my parents bought apparently. They keep on forgetting my birthday or what I achieved at school. It was always Sammi this, Sammi that. I'm not necessarily jealous, just craving the attention that Sammi was getting. As a seven year old I was left to my own devices and never saw my parents as they went on business trips. They never listened to my issues as rumours spread at school that I was a freak. I couldn't help it. It was an accident. I never meant to hurt anyone. My friends deserted me and my family ignored me. Cliché rich girl vibes. My thorns are not visible but they are there. And God help anyone who tries to clip my thorns. As what rose is without her thorns?