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I am Abigail Elizabeth Watson a 13 year old living in Greenwich Village Loft, apt. 315. I’m rather quiet towards others although my conscious has a mind of it’s own. I am an ex-british school girl, now attending Western Middle School. In my head I am a Princess, my parents are quite rich and I usually get anything I want. My mother is an international lawyer and my father is part of the British Secret Service, but don’t tell anyone that. They are usually away doing business, so I have a “nanny” to take care of me. Her name is Jennifer. She’s tall and has long brown hair, she has big green eyes and she’s quite skinny. Because my parents are never home I talk to Jennifer a lot, I’d even call her my best friend. She likes talking to me because I have a British accent, I rather like my British accent if I say so myself. Let’s see my physical appearance is plain to me, but whenever my parents come home they say I am getting prettier and prettier. I have long blonde wavy hair, brown eyes, blush pink cheeks and as my mom describes it, rosey lips that remind her of a budding rose and I am not very tall.

Every morning, Jennifer comes into my room and opens the blinds to reveal the shining sun, and wakes me. I am always very moody in the morning but the suns help it go away. My favorite part of the morning is getting to pick out my outfit. My closet is big and sometimes it’s hard to choose. Although I only wear dresses. After I’m dressed, Jennifer brushes my hair out, sometimes she braids it or does something fancy with it. Then once I am done getting dressed, I eat a piece of toast with Nutella (my favorite) and drink a cup of milk. Then I get my school bag and leave the apartment. There is one apartment I always pass by in the morning on the third floor, my floor, but it looks rather disgusting, so I just ignore it. Once I greet the doorman, Norman daily, we’re good friends, and then I am off to school.

Today was strange, I am usually a very good student although I could not get myself to focus on my school work. I started thinking about that disgusting apartment on the third floor.