I walk into my large house, and I'm greeted by my mother and father. I walk upstairs to my large room, I am a spoiled only child. My room is lined with books, I have my own large screen tv and almost every game system you could think of. I walked accross my room and leap on my bed, which by the way is a queen size. I hate how my parents spoil me, I't makes me seem greedy. People only like me for my parents' money. My mother and father get mad at me for dressing the way I do, they want me to dress as if I was a king or somthing, they don't like the T-shirts, torn jeans, and sneakers. Like I care what they think, and any time I say I don't want something like a massage chair they think I'm just being modest. I rolled my eyes and opened a book.