My parents sold all my belongings for revenge story

 I bet some of you think that your parents are annoying or embarrassing, but mine are downright evil. It took me a long time to realize that my life wasn't normal and it all started. When I was little, my parents had very high expectations of me were talking about crazy stuff. You seriously won't believe what they did to me see my parents were both incredibly success, last fall and they expected me to be the same and they certainly didn't know anything about how to deal with children or how to raise him correctly. 

Because of this, I never learned how to interact with other small children instead of giving eat cake and ice cream. My parents convinced me that vegetables were a reward. I didn't get candy either just vitamins. When I was three, my parents had already started dressing me and fancy pants suits. I never got them dirty or anything either. 

My parents encouraged me to develop my professional skills at a very young age. I only read text books or watch the news. The weirdest thing was that at the end of every week I needed to make a report about what I had learned and how I could improve. Sometimes these reports were ten page essays other times they were full presentations. 

My parents told me I was going to grow up to be the best business woman of all time. They had in my entire life planned out and had decided to train me towards that as young as possible. I didn't realize what was fun until I was about four I always felt jealous when I watched the neighbor kid it's playing with each other, even though I'd never had a friend before I felt so lonely, I decided to make a report about how it can hand me and would increase my productivity. 

I go to all dressed up in my little pantsuit and did a forty five minute presentation in the middle of our living room. They were impressed and he really thought I'd won. My parents agreed to get me a companion, but it wasn't exactly what I expected that's when my parents decided to hire a new nanny at first. I was disappointed. I thought another adult to just meant more fun evenings reading news articles into organizing files. 

Well, on that happy to say I was wrong. My nanny was the only thing I had in my life growing up. She was nice everything and nothing at all. Like my parents, I was shocked when I first met her. I had only ever worn gray, white or black for as long as I could remember. My nanny walked in on her first day wearing a bright flowing, dress. She danced and sang songs and even taught me different ways to do my hair. She was actually the one who convinced my parents that led him me choose. My own clothes could be good for fostering creativity. 

My parents didn't always agree with her, though thinking back there were lots of times when she did things with me in private that my parents wouldn't have tolerated. She snuck me fun snacks and let me watch cartoons when my parents were away. I always thought of our activities as our little secret, as they didn't think my parents would react act well if they found out what we were up to. Let's just say I wish I had kept my mouth shut.

 It started with my sixth birthday party. That is, if you could even call it a party, no friends and no treats meant that my birthday celebration was pretty doll. My parents made a big salad with the six spell down and tomatoes. Instead of fun hats, they all wore were very fancy suits. Even my nanny was told she had to dress appropriately, we didn't play any fun games are seeing any songs. We just took turns reading about famous publications that happened on my birthday. 

It was so boring. To be honest, it was even more boring than a regular day, and when it came to my present it was a calculator. I started crying about how a dull was the only thing I'd ever asked for my parents were incredibly annoyed by my tantrum. They sent me right up to my room for being a brat. I lay there sobbing into my pillow for about an hour when my nanny popped and she handed me another rectangular box and told me to keep it a secret. 

I opened the box slowly skeptically and expecting another disappointment inside that box. So was a barbie was so excited and hugged her very tightly. She put her finger up to her lips and she to me she told me to stay quiet and to be sure to hide it.

 My parents left me and my room for the rest of the day. It was supposed to be a punishment, but being in my room playing with my doll all day, it was honestly the most fun birthday I'd ever had one day.

 I guess I was having a little too much fun because I didn't even hear the footsteps approaching my room without even knocking my mum burst in and asked what was so exciting about my being in my room, I quickly hid the barbie behind my back, but it was too late. She ran over and ripped it from my hands she accused to me of stealing the dawn said I was in for a huge punishment. I cried so hard and explained that I didn't steal it at all. 

It was just a gift for my nanny, the gift I asked for. I really should have kept my mouth shut. She called him my nanny in and fired her on the spot. She said that from now on, she would take me to her office with her, so she could watch me study. She pull get off the doll's had before throwing the pieces in the trash I was devastated.

 I don't think they laughed or smiled again for another year. That's when I started school. I know a lot of you think that school is boring and serious, but my upbringing made it feel like disneyland. I got to play games and learn about the cool things that people my age enjoyed. The other kids thought.