Te life of fame.

I never did like going to these 'Rich people.' parties.
What sory of justification is that?
'Rich' What?! Does that just mean you get whatever you want anytime?
My gosh. What is this world turning into?
I would so much rather Going out to a football game, With my boyfriend.
It's dosn't make sence why we do these anyway.
Why? to impress people we don't even know.
It's so horribly pointless.
But, i will go. Just so i can please my father.1


Well, we shower up.
And yes, as always we walked along (Strolled along as they call it. Don't want to be improper dearest Nina. It's not right for a young lady.)
Sometimes i wish my father was the most unknown person in london.
Alsa, he is not.
And it's not as if i'm going to Rid my responsibility for being a 'Well brought up lady.'
So i smile, and looked thrilled to be there.2


As we all had our Champagne and I danced with 'Well brought up men.'
I looked over into the corner.
I found a girl, Sitting all alone.
I wonder what's wrong with her?
It dosn't look like she wants to hurt anyone.
As i look closer, i notice the problem.
She had the most hideous Black dress even created.3


And not only that, I saw her look over and smile at her Father, Who i'm going to go with Picked out that disgusting Black dress.
Now, i know what your thinking.
"It couldn't have been that bad!"
But just when you thought it wasn't too bad, I revile a secret.
Not only was that dress Black and dirty, and just not fitting to her at all.
I must make it even worse.
That dress was Black, Lacey, Dirty, Old, And it had green Velvet flowers. Not, just any flower's either.
Lime green flowers.4

It was not a sight you would want to see.
Then i think back and say to myself "My father might not be perfect. But at least he dosn't make me wear something that ugly.
I'm sure she's a nice girl.
But, she should dress herself.5

Don't even get me started about her shoes.