I was never what people would call a "self-starter". I preferred to sit back and let people do the work for me. It was easier that way. And I liked easier.

My grades were shot, but it didn't matter, I had my wealth to fall back on. I didn't play sports, I didn't need to. I had a personal trainer to help me stay fit. I learned to play the piano, but that was mostly for my mother's benefit; I couldn't care less about the arts. It was all a waste of time, anyway.

That is, until my parents passed away. Suddenly, everything I'd ever known was gone in an instant. Not just the comfort and ease, though certainly that way of life had disappeared too. But more than that, I was left to mourn the loss of that love and safety I had thrived in.

My parents had loved me, of that I was sure. But now...I had no one. No one to kiss me goodnight, or hold me after a nightmare. No one to dry my tears and tell me everything was going to be okay.

That's because everything was not okay. And I realized I was going to have to learn how to do everything myself.

It was time to make a name for myself.