Boy Of The Black Church, chapter 1
''Abagail, get off that phone, NOW!'' my mother screamed up the stairs. ''Ok, Evra I have to go, I'll ring you later, bye'' I stammered. Honestly, I'm so fed up with living under the same roof as my ''family''. Well, I mean they are my real family but we just don't get along, you know that ''click'' that people have with close loved ones. Well, we have no click, we don't even talk to each other that much.
My name is Abagail Caoimhe Migonette Madden, Abi for short. The only people who call me by my full name are my parents when they're angry, which is, all the time! Also, annoying, stuck up relatives tend to call me that at ''social gatherings'' which I absolutely despise!
You see, my parents are world class psycoanalysts, in other words they're just some famous shrinks who happen to be like, filthy rich. I'm their daughter, their only daughter and it's a pain. I have one older brother, Quentin, and he's such a waster. My parents don't care what me and Quentin do, so long as we don't come home pregnant or something and ''ruin the family's name'', have you ever heard such shit? Quentin, having taken advantage of my parents money and (lack of) rules, he's out partying every, and I mean every night, in fact, I'm pretty sure he's doing drugs to with that low-life group he hangs out with. Actually, the group of guys he hangs out with are from the same wealthy background as us, so my parents don't mind because they know the families of their parents.
Quentin is 21 and I'm 16. I actually look a lot older than 16, probably because of my height, I'm 5 foot 9. I have long blonde hair, green eyes, tanned skin. My parents actally hired me a stylist, Johannes, to come with me when I'm shopping to choose my clothes. They always make sure I shop in designer stores. Money is no object to me really, I have my own credit card and can buy pretty much buy whatever I want. I know by now you're probably thinking ''this girl is just another self-absorbed, spoilt rich girl''.
And you know what, maybe I am. That's what everyone tells me.
My name is Abagail Caoimhe Migonette Madden, Abi for short. The only people who call me by my full name are my parents when they're angry, which is, all the time! Also, annoying, stuck up relatives tend to call me that at ''social gatherings'' which I absolutely despise!
You see, my parents are world class psycoanalysts, in other words they're just some famous shrinks who happen to be like, filthy rich. I'm their daughter, their only daughter and it's a pain. I have one older brother, Quentin, and he's such a waster. My parents don't care what me and Quentin do, so long as we don't come home pregnant or something and ''ruin the family's name'', have you ever heard such shit? Quentin, having taken advantage of my parents money and (lack of) rules, he's out partying every, and I mean every night, in fact, I'm pretty sure he's doing drugs to with that low-life group he hangs out with. Actually, the group of guys he hangs out with are from the same wealthy background as us, so my parents don't mind because they know the families of their parents.
Quentin is 21 and I'm 16. I actually look a lot older than 16, probably because of my height, I'm 5 foot 9. I have long blonde hair, green eyes, tanned skin. My parents actally hired me a stylist, Johannes, to come with me when I'm shopping to choose my clothes. They always make sure I shop in designer stores. Money is no object to me really, I have my own credit card and can buy pretty much buy whatever I want. I know by now you're probably thinking ''this girl is just another self-absorbed, spoilt rich girl''.
And you know what, maybe I am. That's what everyone tells me.
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