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would have been the same as putting a target on your back for the mean girls and, where I come from, they take it to a whole new, and very vicious, level. The girls who attended the private academies where I was educated made the girls in my trailer park neighborhood look like novices at being cruel.
    In the neighborhoods I grew up in, you fought it out. The girls in the private academies had a different way of doing things; they made a sport of their sadistic deceptions. They had the money and the means to make my life miserable. I’ll never forget the year they used social media to drive the one friend I did have to suicide. It was that year I decided I would do anything to make it up the ranks of society.        
    I know you probably think I’m horrible but all my life I have been shunned and looked down upon because I wasn’t born into society’s nobility. I spent my school years going to the private schools of the who’s who in Louisville, KY. I graced the doors of academies people covet in the ranks of private education but I never fit in. My fellow students never allowed me to forget that I came from a trailer park and my tuition was paid by a grant for those less fortunate. Their fathers were men who owned horses that ran in the Kentucky Derby and my father was the man who cleaned out their stalls.
    You have to understand… poverty is a dirty word for the elite. I’ve seen fellow students expelled when their parents lost money due to a black Monday incident, a real estate bubble bursting, or the loss of a horse race. There is only one loyalty in the world I inhabit and that is loyalty to the almighty dollar. Anything else is expendable and that most certainly includes people. I’m not a terrible person; I’m only doing what I have to do in order to survive. Welcome to my world…
    Day by day, I am surrounded by the success of an elite few in the community. I’m a nurse and what many don’t realize is that a hospital is much like a small community in and of itself. Social status in my world is everything. If I’m ever going to escape the plateau I’m stuck on, it is going to have to be done by marrying a doctor. I have done quite well for myself in my career as a nurse but I want more. I want the life of the rich and powerful. I want the life that has forever eluded me before I’m too old to use what feminine wiles I do have.
    The doctors and their wives are the rock stars of this hospital community. If I’m ever going to be included in the ranks of the upper echelon here, I’m going to have to marry into it and the only way to accomplish that, is to land a surgeon. Surgeons rank a higher status than any of the other doctors; they are the crème de la crème. Amongst surgeons, neurosurgeons rank the highest in social status and I have managed to snag one up.
    Now I will be the first to admit that Bill is a tad bit of a nerd and he isn’t much to look at but I simply don’t care about trivial things like that. I want status and he can give it to me. He can get me into all the right boutiques, parties, and social gatherings and that’s what matters. I’ll be looked at as better than a menial nurse. Though it’s never discussed, it is a common practice for women to roam the halls with various masks of intention, but there is only one truth to their motive and that is to land a doctor.
    They do it under different guises but the true motive is to marry into wealth and fame. Some come in the form of nurses while others are in the form of volunteers. Hell, I’ve even seen pastor’s wives do it under the pretense of visiting sick parishioners, but we all share one common goal and that is we want to marry a doctor because it will give us money and status.
    Dr. Bill Anderson is working out quite nicely. I have purposely chosen a man with a timid personality in order to manipulate and control him. I’m quite pleased that my social status is already in a better state now that I have landed a