Over the past few days, Samantha and the family have been filling me in on my life. They told me about how I have a boyfriend, Ethan, who is too busy to visit... me; his apparent girlfriend. I honestly paid no attention to half the things they said. I paid more attention to the ceiling than what they had been speaking. I also have been spending hours admiring ‘the new me’ in the mirror for the past few mornings. I just can’t deal with the fact that I am so stunning. I don’t know what this girl has done to herself, but I honestly don’t care. I have perfection written all over me now. I just wish her personality was as attractive as her physical appearance. She may attract hungry and desperate boys, but definitely never decent people.
 
My first day of school begins tomorrow. Usual ‘first day of school’ only happens after a long holiday. But in my case? After every accident I’ve endured and "somewhat" healed. I don’t know why this keeps happening to me. First days of school are always the worst days for me. Something always magically happens and I get eternally embarrassed. The public mockery never stops.
 
I have only a day left with peace and to settle in this body. I have nothing to do right now… mum is out to work again. She gave me a strict warning not to get out of the house until tomorrow. She instructed our servants to make sure I didn’t even get out of my room. Wow, Melanie lives in a cage… I’d be a depressed mental kid if my real dad trapped Eowyn in a cage. Eowyn would have been a useless, desperate wreck that has never seen the sight of beautiful daylight and open air. I can’t imagine that.
 
I looked around my “new” room. The walls were golden and white stripes. The curtains were a deep bloody red that complimented the bright colors of the walls. The furniture were made of a high quality mahogany wood. Super impressive, much? The perfectly wooded flooring went well with the intricately designed carpet which apparently, had Melanie’s name sown into. “I’ve never seen anything quite like this! It’s incredible!” I said to myself as I noticed a piece of paper sticking out from it. Curious, I tried to pull it off, just to realize it was attached to the carpet. On it was written:
 
“$7,865
Name of product: Arabian Designer Carpet
Specially made for Ms. Melanie Abergine
Contact: xxx-xxx-xxxx or xxx-xxx-xxxx
Address: Shamalamalalala Street, Badabing
55555, UAE”
 
Wow. That just made me realize how truly rich these people are… I mean, I understood that they were super rich enough to buy two houses and four vacation homes all around the world… But seriously, designer carpets?! Is that even necessary for a 17-year-old teenage girl? You can probably buy a car with that money! But I don’t think they’d need that to buy another car. This house has like… a car for everyone. Even the 15 year old cousin of Melanie’s who can’t even drive. God, this is madness! Eowyn got her car at a secondhand store. And she had to bargain like hell to get it at $2,000. She had to work a whole year with two jobs to pay that off. Not to mention, she had other important things to pay off while she was at it. Like the neighbor’s garage that she destroyed when she ran into it on 15^th January, 2011.

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Note: There is no such place as Shamalamalalala Street, Badabing, 55555, UAE. However there is such a place as UAE. And, as far as I know, they're great at making beautiful carpets!