THE ONE FOR ME
Prologue

Samantha Van Buren was a sixteen-year-old girl who lived in the Upper East Side of New York in a condo with her parents. Samantha was beautiful in every aspect of the word; she had a figure that allowed her to look good in just about anything she wore, which happened to be mostly exclusive labels seeing parents were filthy rich, and she had a great personality on top of that. Her skin was a clear golden bronze that people spent hours in tanning salons hoping to get while jet black ringlets framed her face. Her mother and father were what the patrons of the Upper East Side called old money. Both of her parents came from families who were well off and had been so for some time. Her parents went to the best school, had jobs that people would wish for, and they provided their only daughter with anything she wanted.

Her mother, Alicia, was mixed with Irish and African American and her father, Marcus, was Caucasian. Her parents had met in college and had been together ever since. They weren’t perfect and didn’t pretend to be but they made the best out of everything and strived to make sure that even though they had the funds to make sure that their daughter never wanted for anything, they wanted her to be level headed and not to take anything for granted.

Samantha went to a high priced all girl’s school that she hated, but what teenage girl actually liked school anyway. A uniform was mandatory and almost everyone who went there were rich snobs. The snobs had all grown up together and was part of a social club and thought they were too good to walk to the corner store…as if their shit didn’t stink like everyone else’s.

Samantha was different though and that was the reason why she didn’t have too many friends. She had three best friends, Shadae Saunders, Asia Armstrong, and Keora Ferguson. It wasn’t that she didn’t get along with people; it was just that she was a private person and she didn’t trust to many people with her private life. She had noticed early on that there were too many people who were out for themselves and didn’t care about anyone they hurt along the way. The only good thing about this was that it was summer and she didn’t have to see the same fake people everyday.

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