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Despite loving every member of my family, what I truly desired was freedom It wasn’t that my family was bad—they actually treated me like a princess The problem was that they treated me too much like a princess

I didn’t have a typical childhood While all the kids in o to school, I sat down at the tiny desk my father carved with his own hands so my mother could homeschool me I didn’t have many friends Fiona had lived next door to us my whole life and ested that she wasn’t a good influence, it was the one time I stood up to them

She had the kind of freedom I craved Her stories painted a picture of the life I wasout on She had fallen in love, had her heart broken, and fallen in love again I had never even experiencedthat went further than a e, because as soon as I finished openingon a plane that would carry rew up

“How excited are you right now?” Fiona pulled me away from my family “I need to borrow Peoria for a few minutes!”

“I don’t even kno to describe it” I practically started giggling “We’re going to Las Vegas!”

“Remember e used to talk about this? Did you ever believe ould actually be doing it?” Fiona was so excited she was treht!”

“I never thought o!” I followed her towards h the door, I put my empty plate on my dresser

“They can’t stop you anyet to make all kinds of rinned

“They ht not be able to stop hed “I need this though”

“It’s going to be okay You’re their daughter, not their prisoner” She shrugged and leaned over to look in my suitcase “Did you pack a toothbrush?”

“Yes” I nodded and foldedI even made a list”

“Makeup?” She nudged a pair of shoes with her finger, peering further into the abyss of e

“Shit!” I ran across the hall to the bathroo so