My parents, being highly successful, belonged to an exclusive club run by the uber rich Goth family when I was growing up. Membership in the club mostly meant attending stuffy parties where you would consume strange food you had never heard of and watch the other members as they gloated and pompously patted each other on the back. The children at these parties, myself included, would seek refuge in each other's bedrooms or playrooms and participate in some chicanery or another with our parents too busy brandishing their glorious tail feathers to each other to pay any mind to what we were doing. Now, reader, I need you to understand that my parents participated in this display of hierarchical treachery in body only. My father knew how to open his tail up wide and prance around like all of the other dancing fools but on our leisurely walks home he and my mother would bring themselves to tears satirizing the whole fiasco.
For us kids, though, these socialite gatherings were something we yearned for. We eagerly awaited the next time we could leave the books and the studies on the shelf and enjoy play with others. There is an immense pressure on the children of successful people. Half of the world expects you to do great things like your parents while the other half expects you to be an entitled cad with no sense of self-worth or ambition. It would be a Nobel Prize or an orange jumpsuit. No in between. Perhaps it was this common pressure that forced us together as a tight group. We spent our time together inside and outside of school. I'm sure it would be appear from the outside that we thought ourselves too high upon the horse to interact with the other factions of students at our high school but our clique formed out of mutual insecurity and feelings of never being good enough. We shared our hopes and dreams with each other as well as our fears and darkest desires.
It was out of this unique cross we bore that Alexander Goth, the proverbial prince, and I became childhood sweethearts and eventually lovers. Our love story began while we were still in diapers and continues to this day. Nobody was more excited about my new place than Alex. He almost lives here already. At some point I will be ready to have him move in, but for right now I am happily enjoying my time to myself getting to know who I am without my parents and siblings playing such huge roles in the play. This monologue has been a long time coming and it has been well rehearsed.
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XOXO
Emma
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