The daughters of bright americans. chapter 1

Lined up in the four season sun room, all five of the Harrington girls sat; motionless, waiting to be interviewed. Their slight tanned legs hung over the edges of worn wicker chairs, gently wearing at the skin on the back of their thighs. They were all positioned in a similar fashion: hands to their sides, clutching to the low arms of the chairs; and their knees, pushed together, on an angle.
The Harrington girls, known for their beauty, and all being born within a few hours of one another, looked completly different to just a few weeks ago. Looking from left to right, from Rene, to Alysha, they looked worn down. their identical blue eyes sat above identical dark circles, as though the sun was mounted on a rain cloud. Their full lips no longer sat closed, but hung low, revealing a set of teeth inside. Their heads were titled, not out of coyness, but out of boredom.
The interview was a movie about the lifstyles of rich kids; filmed by one rich kid himself; Danny Houses, the heir to a toothpaste creator. All of the other 'subjects' in the proposed doctumentry were heirs to rich and brilliant parents (some were grandchildren only, living off the wealth of their late parents, under grand pa's and grand ma's supervision). The Harrington's parents were the most famous and brilliant of them all, and the girls lived under that mantle with pride and excess. Their life was the model for wealthy teens, having freedom in equality to money. They lived extravegant lives, went to private schools, had fields full of horses, and houses that had their own zip codes. It was life at its most exuberant. These kids sat at the height of their lives on a precipce that overlooked the meanderings of everyone else in the world. It seems a near cliche to think that rich people are uneffected by the things most people deal with; they can rise above it, with such an abundance of riches. But we also say; that money can't by everything. It can by love and hapiness. It has no ability to define a persons morality. It's like an illusion. The critics would argue, that if you took their money and their security away; they would not be who they are. they would not have that confidence, that sense of importance, that charisma. It's all fake and misleading.
The parents looking on would say that all the cash flow going in and out of their lives, is not good for them. "They are able to grow anything except for a soul".
But something dramtic, and life changing has occured to the Harrington girls. The decandence of their lucid lives has been forever alltered. And in silence, they wait, to share their whole story, and why the way that they have been living is a distant memory, like war veterns, long since returned from battle, with only limps and nightmares to connect them to a world now so foreign and unimaginable.

Danny Houses is ready. The camera's are ready. A flood light in the corner turns on, followed by squinting blue eyes. A lone microphone (attached to a recorder) sits on a glass table inbetween the girls and Danny. The 'record' button is pressed...and...ACTION!