Introduction

I was adopted into a rich family for reasons unknown. My parents were always out, but I was never alone. There were always security guards in our large house and none of them seemed to have a problem taking care of me. I was diagnosed with Narcolepsy and Cataplexy when I was thirteen years old, but my parents didn't seem to care. They were always wrapped up in their own travels and jobs which usually only brought them home for about two days every month. It was always just me and the security guards, including the bodyguard that was designated to drive me to and from school. The bodyguard also followed me everywhere, except for the bathroom, which meant I was always followed into my classes. It was for my own safety because, even though my parents were gone, they worried about me being taken advantage of during one of my fainting spells. At first I found it really awkward, but I soon became used to it.

At sixteen years old, girls get some sort of tattoo mark on the inside of their left wrist. It appears on their birthday with no pain or discomfort. The mark showed how many miles away their soulmate was. I've seen so many couples get together then break up because of the mark. When I turned sixteen, my wrist said "2,561". This caused me to steer clear of relationships -not that I was ever close to a boy-, and I didn't mind. I didn't want to get with someone just to break their heart. I already had enough on my plate with my diagnosis and trying to finish school. My last bodyguard took advantage of me in my own home and when I told my parents, he was terminated and the position for bodyguard was open. Until my parents found one, the security guards took turns taking me to school. There were eight of them and when one was taking me to school, the others took over his patrol shift. These guards knew me as a kid and were always happy to help me out. I was very grateful to them.