L A C H L A N
Year 2010
21 years old
I was raised in an extraordinarily affluent household and had all I could ask for, even as a small child. The whole family, on both sides, were all tremendously ecstatic that the successor to everything was a male when my mother and father found out that they were having a son instead of a daughter. Being a guy meant that I had everything I needed without having to ask for it and without even begging for it, something I would not have received if I had been born a feminine. I could have it with a single word said, and it was at my fingertips. Everyone was accustomed to bending down before me, regard me like a god, do as I said, and give me what I wanted when I was a child. I was aware of this power at that age.
As I grew older, I came to understand
