"Well that was a nice young man hm?" My mother said as she put on her seatbelt. "Yes very…nice…and…young" I said. I still couldn't process what happened back at the store and I didn't wanted to get scolded again. It was a quiet ride, until my mom had to make it awkward. "Why?" She says. I didn't reply because I didn't think she was talking to me, and she's always on the phone with her friends. "Do you hear me young lady? Why?" She says again. Now I know she wouldn't call any of her friends " young lady " I turned my head around. "Why what, mom?" I say. "Why do you get mad when people COMPLIMENT you?" She says while looking at the road with a disappointed face. "I don't get mad.. I just *sigh* I just hear it all the time! I'm very grateful for my beauty but someday I wanna walk into stores and not have to stop every second because someone wants to compliment us. It's just a waste of time!" I say. After that my mom doesn't reply for The Whole car ride until we make it home. I get out the car and help carry some groceries into our mansion. Look I know what your thinking. " whaaat? She has a mansion?! " what did you think I would have? A house? *scoff* the only reason I do have a mansion is because, well, my beauty! I'm a model, me and my mother, we are on EVERYTHING and when I say everything, I mean everything, chip bags, perfume, lotion, billboards! there's only one thing in the world we aren't on, soda cans. I mean, we are on WATER! Why can't we be on soda cans as well? But anyway. The security guards open the door for me and my mom. And our chef takes the groceries from us and instantly starts cooking. Our dad is in my parents 57th bedroom and I go in my 17th bedroom. It's been a long day, so I take a nap and I expect to have a good dream because I always do. But this time, that didn't happen.