This, here, is a short story that I wrote not too long ago. A story of a girl whose family never cared for her. A story about a girl who would do anything to get at least a glance from her parents. In the end, even after doing everything to get their attention, her parents discarded her and treated her differently. Instead of trying again, she turns the negavity into a sense of freedom and goes her own way. The way to independence.

Oxford Dictionary
rebel (noun)
1. A person who rises in opposition or armed resistance against an established government or ruler.
2. A person who resists authority, control, or convention.

First things first, allow me to introduce myself. I am Freya Eliza Richmond. Born and raised in River Thames, England, I am the heiress to the Richmond Palace Hotel and I am not your average kind of girl. "Miss Richmond, what do you mean you're not the average kind of girl?" Well, no one has ever told me what to do. Why? Because they know I won’t listen. I never listen to anyone. I am my own person. I don't care if I get punished for going against the rules. The punishments were minor only consisting of detention or the typical “you’re grounded.” I don't even bother to show up for detention anyways. It's such a waste of my time.

Rebelling was everything I knew. When you're neglected by your parents, you do all these things in school just to get their attention. Do they care? No! They just pay the school and carry on with their work. All I've ever wanted to do was get my parents' attention. Ha. Well, let's just say that I got my wish. They sure got my attention and it wasn't pretty at all.

Slap. My face, red with pain, was turned to the side. "Do you have any idea what you have done?" My father bellowed at me. My mother stood by his side, quiet and disappointed. "You have ruined the reputation of our hotel! How are you suppose to take over this place when we are gone?! You are the heiress!" I turned my injured face to glare at my father as I retorted. "How is an heiress suppose to act then? I was never trained because my so-called parents were never around to discipline me when I needed it."

My father, his voice filled with anger, yelled, "Don't use that tone on me, young lady. Just because your mother and I weren't around does not mean you should act this way! We expected better from you as the heiress!" My mother wrapped her hands around my father's arm trying to calm him down. I let out a sarcastic laugh. "And what do you expect from me as a daughter? My own parents neglected me and gave me no feeling of love. I think you should have seen this one coming." Slap.

I gritted my teeth as my face, once again, stung with pain. "Is that all you can do? Just slap me around like I'm your puppet. I've had enough of you all. I don't even want to be your heiress anyway. You don't want a daughter? Fine. You won't get a daughter." And with that, I took myself up to my room and began packing my luggage. I didn't bother to look back as I knew my parents would not call for me to come back or whatnot.

I began getting out all the necessities that I needed (i.e. clothes & toiletries) as well as my laptop, camera, etc. I went over to the side of my bed and reached under the mattress, feeling the white envelope. It's still there. That white envelope has all the money I had received from birthdays, holidays, and people who pitied me because my parents were never around. I didn't work but I also didn't spend any of the money I had received. And let's just say... It's a lot of money.

Once I was done, I stood outside my bedroom door, the luggage handle in my grip, as I took in the place in front of me. Goodbye room. It was nice sharing 18 years of my life with you. I rolled my luggage over to the stairs and saw my mother looking up at me. Hah. My father is probably in his office already doing his "work". Not bothering to give them the time of day, I just lifted my heavy luggage down the stairs one step at a time.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my mother stepped forward, with tears in her eyes, and placed her hand on my shoulders. "Don't do this, Freya. Please." She said Freya. This is the first time in a very long time that she has ever called me by my name. I almost felt sympathy for her. Almost. All I did was shrug her off. "Sorry Mother, but I got to leave. I'll call you when I arrive at grandfather's house." I heard my father's voice booming through his office, "Let her go, Amelie! We don't need a daughter like that." I just scoffed and walked towards the front door. "Goodbye to you too, Father."

I walked out of the front door and made my way over to my driver, the car door already opened. "To Heathrow Airport, will you please, Archie?" "Very well, milady." Archie waited for me to slip into the car and shut the door afterwards. He got into the car and drove away. As the car began to move, my eyes wondered over to take a good look at my house. It's no longer mine anymore. Tomorrow, I will begin a new journey in a new home. A home in the United States of America.