Gossip girl

I remember sitting home in Norway, watching Gossip girl.. Now I feel like i`m a part of the show, and it`s not quite as funny as on tv. C doesn`t call, and I`ve seen pictures of him in different magazinea, with different girls, of course. The gardener doesn`t say much, but he knows that i`m watching him.

Money ofc.

i`m approved by the it-girls at the school, and the (L.A)reason is of course: money.

Anna Anka.

I`m following the newspapers home in Norway, and they really prove what I think about L.A, by showing

She`s an exactly copy of my aunt.
God, how I hate most of the people here.

WOW

I managed to get out yesterday too, and the celebrityguy (from now on called B) took me out to the most wonderfull party ever!! For the first time I actually liked (loved?) L.A! It was not that upperclass, but it was balloons, cupcakes, layes and layes with laces, expencive dresses and ofcourse.. Champagne! Wow. We danced all night, and when I my driver arrived, B kissed me in my neck, and said that I was the most beautiful girl he`d ever seen. I don`t know what to say, but it feel so right, it feels so fine.

Agent provocateur.

I got a present from the "B-celebrityguy" today! (don`t want to tell anyone his name yet..). He asked me out again, to this big, exclusive celebrityparty! Wow, I have to find some way to get out after my aunt has gone to bed.. Hum! I love the fact that BC already is giving me expencive lingerine. Mm, he`s got to be the perfect man.

Breakfast

My aunt is taking us out for breakfast every morning, before school starts (!). We`re always getting served big amounts of... everything, but we (me and my cousin) never get to eat what we want. I guess that`s what L.A is all about: See, don`t touch.

Tomorrow we`re going to Cecconi`s.

Clubbing

I climbed out my bedroomwindow and made our driver drive me to a club. He promised too keep quiet about it when I gave him a smile and promised some extra cash. I met a tall, dark man on the club, we kept on dancing for hours and drank lots of champagne. He held my hand and I told him my story, how I hate this place and that my aunt won`t let me out. He asked me to keep quiet and kissed me instead of answearing my story.

The sun is always shining

The sun always shine in L.A, but still I have to beg for hours before my aunt will let me go to the beach. I`m going there by myself, don`t want to spend time with people I don`t like.

Yesterday I noticed this hot gardener outside my window, wow, I`m SO getting to know him. I hope he`ll help me out of this prison!

L.A

It`s late, but I can`t sleep, I am stuck in a big, empty house, with empty people.

Everything has always been easy for me, too easy (and it still is): You can fix anything with money. I was born here in the US, but moved to Norway when I was three years old. Now I`m back and I hate it. I hate this country and I hate my life. I hate my school, my aunt and the facades of precariousness and sorrow.

At least, my secrets remain secret and dreams remain dreams. I got a big house with a cat, a garden with flowers and a wardrobe filled with silk. And no one will ever take my voice away.