1 Chapter One:

I grew up in a quiet neighborhood. I was the chubby little princess who sold lemonade on the street. I was a scout girl.

In first grade I won my very first spelling competition. Even though there was no price I liked to rub that in the face of my class mates. Years passed by and high school started. Through the years I won more than ten spelling competitions, five national science olympiads, four math olympiads, chemistry quizes and etc. I was the shining star at school and at home.

I was also playing the violin. Teachers called me talented and gifter. My IQ is 167. I was the walking brain in high school. I helped my parents with the taxes.

At seventeen I got my first job in a pet store at the mall. I was 100 out of 10. My teachers loved me, my parents adored me. I was my mom's little princess and dad's favorite person.

My math skills were remarkable. I was part of the school's team. I was the best member. Then people from good colleges started looking at me as the future of science and world history. When my parents found out they encouraged my future as a scientist.

For a girl from a small city in Colorado, I had a chnacr for a great future. College after college begged me to be part of their program - CalTech, MIT, Stanford, Duke, Oxford, Harvard and many more. You get the idea - smart girl, great college.

I was promised the best scholarships and the only thing I had to do was pick a college. And I did.

Harvard welcomed me with opened arms. My first year went amazing. Every professor knew my name. I was part of Harvard's science program.

During my second year I started dating Zack, the guy I had a crush on since my first year. He was my age. Everything was great.

Students and professors looked at us as the perfect couple, two smart people ending up together.

Then summer break came and we went on a beach trip with friends. That's the moment in which something in me started to change. I loved the party, the music, the alcohol. Never in my high school life I had that. And after the first party, came the second and the third.

Zack on the other hand wasn't into that at all. We started fighting about the future we planned together, in which I wasn't supposed to be the party animal.

Then we broke up and something in me snapped. Parties never stopped. That summer between my second and third year in Harvard a few people and I decided to go to Vegas and a have a little blast. But it turned out to be a Major blast.

On that trip to Vegas I discovered something about me. I counted cards without a drop of sweat on my forehead. I won fifty thousand dollars, bought myself a car, spent money on hot clothes, jewelry and underwear.

Third year of college started and I turned into Harvard's hot shot. The parties never stopped for me. Counting cards at the casinos never stopped. My parents and teachers didn't know about it. Everything was perfect.

Until one trip to the casino one night went all wrong and turned my life upside down. I got caught counting cards, the security was rude and I happened to punch one of them in the face. Then Police got involved. I wa arrested for assauting a man during an alcohol influence. My parents received the horrific phone call at two thirty a.m. and they went balistic.

Then Harvard was informed of my behavior. I was kicked out as fast as I got in. My parents got even more mad and from the shining star of our family I turned into the black sheep, the disgrace.

Miss goody two shoes was gone with the snap of my own fingers. I was kicked out of the house with the words 'You are no longer our daughter'. No family member wanted to hear from me, not a cousin or an aunt. They all shut their doors in my face, loudly to be exact.

The only person that stayed in my life was Zack. He tried his best to help me, but during those times I felt so lost and alone and one day when he was at college I packed my bags, took the bus to New York City and decided to have another blast. I just didn't know what kind.

I rented a house in Queens with the remains of my savings and started looking for a job at clothes stores, jewerly, lingery, book stores, supermarkets, but no one wanted to hire an ex Harvard student with a record.

It was so bad. Back then I was only 22 with no college degree, no stable job, no family to ask help from. I was in a shit hole.

But then one day I walked down a street on which was a club and a sign 'looking for a dancer'. I thought I didn't have anything to lose, except for my life, but since nobody gave a fuck about me I opened the door and slowly walked in.

Everyone was very welcoming smiling, helpful. When they hired me they told me there were a lot of stray birds in the club. It took me some time and a lot of hard practising on my dancing skills, escpecially on the pole. But I got it. I became one of the best strippers in the club and my parents would be so proud of Me.

Then one late afternoon Zack was waiting by the club. I thought I left that bridge destroyed, but it turned out he hired a private investigator to find me. Then he told me he was staying in New York because of a new job. During those times before he came again in my life, the only friend I got was Brie, another stripper. But then Zack got back and also a piece of my old good life.

Then Zack and I becane fuck buddies. He wanted more, but I couldn't give that to him. He was a scientist now and I was... Am still the stripper. It'd look so bad in him to date me, so I decided to save him the head ache.

As I apply the final touches of my make up I stare at the mirror and the familiar face of a girl with blond hair, grey eyes, heart shaped pink lips and tiny nose. A girl that once I used to know, but now it's a total stranger to me.

"Come on, girls. Money are waiting!" the club momma yelled at us and the girls followed her.

But I just stood there, standing in front of the mirror, wondering where did the good girl go.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the dj's voice boomed.

I hurried outside the lockers and stood at the line of girls, waiting for my turn. The dj said something else, but I didn't bother to listen to him. I was hypnotized by the lights and cheers. My heart was hammering hard with excitement and I thought 'somewhere people want me'.

Me, Jackie Henderson from a Harvard college student to a stripper in New York.