What happens when you are stuck in the life style of being Daddy's Little Girl? Yes, you're spoiled and were born with a silver spoon in your mouth but how long can you put up with all of that? At what point does it get to be too much? Is it when you're eight and are taken out of your boarding school to be home schooled? Or perhaps when you're thirteen and you must endure all of the high class dinner parties in painful heels around boring adult figures? For me it was when I was just turning sixteen and my father tried to find some boy for me to marry in the years to come. I knew that day was coming for a while, what I didn't know about was the bus boy. The one who really made me run. And boy did I run...