Today, I'd like to introduce our fiesty Goth resident: Candy!
Candy, we'd like to know all about your world:
You know me as Candy but my parents christened me Daisy! Can you believe it? Like I was a cow or something!! I felt suffocated with them in that little row house in the suburbs of Birmingham. As though I was old already. No choice but to plod through life like them. School was the same, until I discovered painting. It was like escaping through a keyhole into another world. I won awards. Teachers praised me.
My parents grumbled I was wasting my time. Then I met Brian. He looked like Adam on American Idol. He made me up, had my hair cut and colored, got me pierced with rings, studs and hoops, and helped me buy clothes. We were a cool couple and now people paid attention to me. I actually scared them! I was different and tough. I still am. I ran away to live with him in London. He didn't look like Adam anymore. Again I felt trapped. Going nowhere.
Then Mother called. "Your Great Aunt in America needs help. Close to dying, I 'spect. Got no heirs and must be nearing ninety. Play it right and you'll get everything."
'Course, Mum figures she'll get her slice. The whole family hates Great Aunt Alex 'cause she wore red at Grandfather's funeral. I'll go.
What if I can't stand her? What if she doesn't die? I don't even know what she looks like!
Probably lives in a dump! How do I get that money out of her? I don't want to change my Goth look. What if she hates me? I'd really appreciate any advice. I've never been to the U.S before. What's it like there? What should I do or not do?