I walked up the steps of my giant victorian manshion.
“MOM! I”M HOME!"
Not that it mattered what I told her. I was 21 now.
“MOM? WHERE ARE YOU?”
I sighed. I guess she was out shopping, spending the money that I earned. I was the most famous new star of our time. Not to mention a millionaire.
I went up to my zebra print room. I was depressed. I flopped down on my bed and picked up one of the many magazines that had my face on the cover.
“MAGGIE PARKER, LIVING THE GOOD LIFE!”
Yeah, like that was true. Well, I was rich, had a huge house, everyone wanted to be my bestfriend. So why was I depressed in this so-called good life?
I decided to do something I always did when I was upset. I walked into my million dollar closet.