Hollywood Hills, California. Home of the hot, rich and fabulous. But most importantly, ME; Daisy Nickels.

Oh, I know what you're thinking, 'just another story about a selfish, rich girl'. Well NO. This is the story about how I went from on top of the world, to the bottom of the barrel. I'm talking wearing sweatpants and eating carbs after lunch time bottom.

But let's not get too hasty. Let's go to the beginning where it all began, shall we...

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The sun was shining down on me, giving my lightly golden, sunkissed skin a healthy glow as I laid out poolside. The sound of the waterfall gently falling into my luxurious pool, along with the soft chirping of the blue jays flying by, gave me calmness I never knew.

..That was until I felt no flash go off.

"MILDRED, YOU IDIOT! WHY DID YOU STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME?!"

"I-I I'm sorry, Miss Daisy! I'm afraid the camera died."

"What?! How could this happen? It was fully charged when we started," I retorted back at the useless, old maid.

"Well Miss, that was at noon. I have been taking your pictures nonstop for four hours... And my back is really paying the price," Mildred said, as she laid out on the patio, body contorted in order to get my best angles.

A sigh escaped my lips as I sat up on the pool bench seat and lifted my white, cat eye shaped Fendi sunglasses to sit atop my head. "Well that's because I have to get the best of the best pics for my Insta feed. I have to keep my fans up to date. It's not easy being an A-list celebrity."

"Um, no offense Miss Daisy, but being an Instagram model doesn't technically make you an A-list celebrity."

"Get out of my sight!!" I yelled, as the ancient woman scurried off into the mansion. No doubt to probably go clean something. That is what she's paid for after all.

I soon got up, making my way inside and walked up to my room. Yes, I said it, walked. Oh, I know right? Exercise? Well yes, I decided not to use the elevator in order to get my daily steps in.

Upon entering my finely crafted and glamorous bedroom, I made my way into my white and pink, walk-in-closet. Slipping off my black Versace one piece bathing suit, I changed into a hot pink bustier top, dark blue fitted jeans, and white Valentino stilettos.

As I brushed my long, black extensi- I mean HAIR in the tall silver mirror, I couldn't help but to admire my beauty. My wing eyeliner was sharp as a needle. My lashes, naturally full and long. My cheekbones sat up without the need of filler, and my full, pink glossed lips, were something that my social media model counterparts could only pay to have.

My lovely thoughts got interrupted by the sound of my mother weeping through the intercom on my wall across from me. "Daisy, darling, please come down the foyer."

"Coming mother," I sighed as I pressed the button. This could only mean two things: Her manicurist canceled, or she spilled her nonfat, pumpkin spice latte on the marbled floor again.

When I arrived in the main foyer, I couldn't believe my eyes. There were receding hairlined men carrying our prized possessions out of the front doors! We were clearly getting robbed.

Running into the spacious kitchen, I spotted mother. She was in a bodycon, black Hermes dress and Jimmy Choo heels. Her normally well done eye makeup was dripping black eyeliner and mascara. Leaning over the large island, she grabbed another tissue to dab her eyes.

"Mother! There is no time for tears. There are color clashing robbers stealing all of our stuff!" I stomped in frustration.

"Oh can't you see puddin cup? We are getting repossessed!" Mother said, lifting her head up.

"Repo? REPOSSESSED?! But that is impossible! I just went shopping on Rodeo yesterday and spent thousands! Where could all of our money have gone?" I asked in pure horror.

"Well gumdrop," my mother sniffed. "Daddy has run into some financial troubles. Apparently he made a wrong business deal with some bad people, and now we have lost everything! He has to be on the run for a while."

I started to feel dizzy at those words. How will I pay for my weekly spa trips, and organic green juices now? Oh, and don't even get me started on my couture designed clothes. Guess I'll be forced to shop on the rack now..

"Daisy, did you hear me?"

"No, what?" I asked, on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

"I said to go pack some of your things. We will have to move out tomorrow," mother said while running a hand through her black, wavy, mid-back length hair.

"Why should I? That's what the hag is for," I said, rolling my eyes, motioning to Mildred in the corner.

"Pumpkin, we cannot afford to keep Mildred, or any of the staff anymore," mother said.

"I'm finally free?" Mildred perked up. She happily grabbed her large cleaning bag and dashed out of the mansion.

Ugh, what an ingrate. I sure hope we didn't pay her for this week.

"Now listen darling, we mustn't tell anyone about this. If word gets out at the country club, our social lives are officially finished," mother said seriously.

"Of course mother. What do you think I am, an idiot?" I scoffed. My money may be gone but my status and reputation around here is untouchable.

"Good. Now go get some rest. Make the most out of your memory foam mattress while you still can," mother said before weeping again.

Walking back into the now empty foyer, I looked over to the high ceiling wall. There was a large faded rectangle where our family portrait once hung. The posh, Italian sofas were also moved, leaving only an empty marbled floor. Vases, flat screens, Persian rugs-- everything, just gone.

Sluggishly making my way back into my room, I pulled out my hot pink, designer suitcases to pack up my expensive belongings. I honestly couldn't believe this tragedy was happening to me. I used to live to be haute, now I'm about to be a hobo.

After some time, I had finally finished the sweat dripping, manual labor of delicately packing my diamonds, jewels, designer clothes and shoes. I then bedrugringly dragged my hot, fit body into my shower.

Staying in there for thirty minutes, I couldn't even distinguish the difference from the tears dripping down my face from the warm water pouring down the solid gold, overhead waterfall anymore.

How will I handle being poor? I've never even worn a shirt that cost less than $100. And better yet, what will my friends think if they ever find out? Granted that we are all only friends for the one shallow thing we have in common; money. But now I don't even have that anymore. I better kiss all of the exclusivity, and popularity I had away now.

After getting dressed in my silk, matching cami set pajamas, I climbed my exhausted--but still beautiful self-- into my luxurious bed.

Suddenly, my phone started going off. Sighing, I answered the facetime call of the closest one I could really call a friend, Gwen. She was relatively new money, and had just joined our inner circle last year. We had room for one more after we kicked Monica out. Why? Well she was a ginger, nuff said. Everyone was skeptical of Gwen at first, of course, but they soon welcomed her with open arms after I, The Queen Bee, deemed she was cool enough.

"OMG, Daisy, guess what!?" Gwen exclaimed. Her auburn eyes burning into the phone screen in anticipation.

"What is it?" I asked unenthusiastically, as I stared only at myself, on the tiny rectangle on the bottom of my screen. Wow, even after all that crying, I still managed to be naturally gorgeous. But then again, this is me we're talking about, so what did I really expect other than to be amazing.

"Okay, look, I know you're not going to like hearing this, but it's my duty to tell you." She then took a deep breath.

"..."

"TELL ME BEFORE I HANG UP!" I said, getting impatient.

"Okay, sorry! Chelsea saw Chad leaving Lindsay's house today," Gwen spoke.

My mind drew a blank at that point. Chad, my captain of the football team and mega hunk boyfriend, was spotted leaving Lindsay, my arch nemesis' tacky home. Oh the betrayal.

Lindsay has had it out for me since day one. Obvious jealousy. It all started back freshman year when she wore the same Prada dress as me, and then had the audacity and caucasity to say she wore it better than me. So on top of being jealous, she was also a pathological liar too.

After that, she tried to compete with me over everything. Fashion, entourages, vacation spots, grades, you name it. Oh, but if she thought she was going to take my Chad away from me, then she thought wrong. That faux blonde hasn't beaten me at a single thing in my fabulous life, and darn it, she won't start now!

"Thank you for this information Gwen, I will get back to you tomorrow," I said appreciatively to her.

"Of course Daisy. I really look up to you, so I have your back. But remember, you didn't hear it from me," she said smiling, flipping her chestnut brown hair over her shoulder.

I quickly ended the call and began to call Chad. That bastard better have a good excuse.

"BABE! Wassup? I haven't heard from you all day," Chad said on the screen. His sculpted face and ice blue eyes, so evident through the screen. "Ooo you're in bed and wearing those sexy pajamas. Did you facetime me for a little dirty time?" He winked, wiggling his naturally shaped eyebrow.

Why am I dating him?

"No dummy. Where were you today?" I asked, pursing my lips, and furrowing my beautifully waxed eyebrows.

"Oh, I, uh, was at football practice. Yeah, yeah I was at practice. Ah, babe you should have seen me, I was tearing up the field. Just got back too and I'm exhausted," he yawned.

How stupid does this clown think I am?

I smirked at his cluelessness. "Yeah, I bet you are exhausted. But not from working out. I thought football practice was scheduled to be canceled today. You told me so two day ago, remember?"

"..Oh yeah! I was just doing some extra drills with some of the guys on the team. You know Brad, Thad and Brodie right? Yeah it was just us getting ready for the big game next week," he said calmly.

Wow, if he could lie to me so guilt free like this, I wonder what else he has ever lied to me about.

"..CUT THE SHIT CHAD. I KNOW YOU WERE WITH LINDSAY TONIGHT!" I expressed, getting angrier at the thought of that goblin touching my man.

His facade then cracked as I saw the nervousness break through.

"What? No!? Babe, who told you that!?" Chad defensively questioned me.

"Does it matter? You know I have eyes and ears all over this town," I said calmly. "Now tell me why you did it."

"..."

"STOP PLAYING WITH ME DAMMIT, I KNOW YOUR SCREEN ISN'T FROZE!" I yelled as the idiot just sat motionless before the screen.

"..."

"You have five seconds to talk or else I'm unfollowing you," I threatened.

"OKAY! OKAY! Relax, I'll talk!" He finally spoke up as he stopped pretending.

He ran a hand through his slight messy- but still really cute- honey blonde hair, trying to find the right words to say. "You just don't make time for me anymore. Everything is all about you. I mean, you barely even kiss me unless you want to post it online. You've just been really selfish and absorbed lately."

"Oh I've been selfish?! If I recall correctly Chad, I gave you the crust of my eaten pizza last week, and I give you photo credit in all of the pictures we take together!!" I voiced.

He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"And that still doesn't give you a valid reason to cheat on me, you ungrateful thot!" I said, my voice cracking a bit. This was just getting to be too much.

"I didn't really cheat on you babe. Lindsay invited me over to watch a movie, and yes I admit, she did kiss me," he said looking down a bit. Hopefully full of shame.

"So you admit to having an affair!" I accused.

"I- we're not married Daisy, so it isn't an affair."

"Yeah, we're not dating either. I hate you Chad. Goodbye," I said a bit sadly. Well, I am sad, but you will not know that because I am the best actress.

"No, wait babe!" Chad said loudly to get my attention.

"Yeah?" I asked hopefully.

"...We're still going to the End of The Year Formal together right?" He asked.

This son of a-

"THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW?!? AND YOU CALL ME SELF ABSORBED?" I asked in confusion.

"Well yeah! We won as king and queen last year, so it only makes sense for us to go and win for our senior year," he said, trying to convince me.

"... Maybe you should ask Lindsay. I'm sure you two clowns could win as the court jesters," I said before hanging up.

How dare he call me self absorbed when he only thinks about himself as well. Everyone in our circle does. I'm just the only one who can own up to her stuff. Plus, I never failed to mention to Chad how hot he is. That has to count for something? Yes, I believe that was more than enough.

And the Formal? Please. How would I even be able to afford to go to that school anymore now that we are common folk? I won't even be able to buy a new dress and heels!

Hmm? Maybe I have a fairy godmother like Cinderella and she could turn an old quilt into a Schiaparelli, diamond encrusted dress?

I turned my head over to my left and looked at myself through my large, pink vanity. I smirked confidently at the glowing hottie through the mirror. I am too fine to be upset over my cheating boyfriend- er, I guess ex now..

My smirk quickly faded as I threw my face into my soft, feathered pillow. Who am I kidding? I will never find another future frat house President, named Chad, with washboard abs like him again!

I soon drifted myself to sleep as I silently wept.

Little did I know, all of the misfortunes of today held nothing to what I was about to face tomorrow...