unbridled [completed]

five: j e w e l .

i was the lost j e w e l .

it was no secret that getting to the top required two elements— a particular green paper with the stamp of abraham lincoln etched onto it or something what i liked to call—'a precocious sensuality'. while i refused to indulge in the latter, i was endowed with a loaded family.

foster family, but this was a place where no one bothered with hierarchy.

i wasn't going to lie, here. the probability of me getting the role was high, with sheila bagging the second priority. but that didn't mean that i had to rejoice somebody else's death.

but, i was the lost j e w e l .