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Missy was actually born Michelle Nykol Lane, but as long as she can remember she has gone by Missy. She was raised by her mother and father, but mostly by a nanny, in an upscale neighborhood in Boston, Massachusetts. You know the type: gated communities, maids doing chores, country clubs, and the like. It’s no wonder Missy turned out to be the spoiled, selfish girl she is today. Being the only child, her parents doted on her and bought the little girl everything her heart desired. Little did they know they were creating a monster.

Missy attended private school until she started high school, getting put into public school after throwing a fit and refusing to come home from a friend’s house for a week until her parents agreed to it. She was instantly popular, money always talks. Being a freshman and always being invited to the college frat parties probably helped a lot too. Missy had always been a wild one, and even though she would never admit it, girl was easy. Her senior year, however, one of the high school boys caught her eye, for once. They did not attend the same school, but she met him through a mutual friend. She ended up dating Jeff for almost their entire senior year, until he broke up with her, sick of always hearing her whine that she wasn’t getting invited to as many parties and that she couldn’t do as much because she was tied down, and the worst bit she said when she was angriest was that he didn’t have enough money to keep her happy. Which was the biggest lie of all, him coming from a lower class was one of the reasons she was attracted to him in the first place. After hearing her whine for most of the year, Jeff dumped her. That was her first, and she assumed would be her only, romantic relationship.

After the failed thing that was her and Jeff, Missy went back to her old ways, partying all weekend and out with a different guy every other night. Never resisting the chance to rub it in Jeff’s face whenever she could. Not that he cared, but it was more Missy needing to make her point than anything.

Eventually, Missy's mother could not handle the way Victor spoiled Missy any longer. She knew her daughter was nothing more than a spoiled little whore and saw through her perfect little princess act, but when she brought it up to her husband, she was served with divorce papers the next day and she was asked to move out. Though Missy got a somewhat different story from her father at first, eventually he told her the truth and was then told he was going to Australia and she could either live with her mother or tag along with him. Not being as stupid as she may come off, Missy stayed with her father, that's where the money was. After a stint in Sydney, and tons of pleading by Missy, the two finally moved back to the states. Los Angeles to be specific, where Missy plans on rubbing elbows with the stars and partying til she drops.

And she did, for a while. Her father remarried a woman named Rachel and Missy never could stand her. To her, it was just someone else trying to dip into her money pool. Other than that, things were fine. She hopped her way around LA for almost two years, even finding herself falling into an actual serious relationship with a band boy who went by Brake. Until they got that cute new drummer and everything went out the window after too many shots. When confronted about it, she didn't even try to deny it because she had no idea what she was losing until it was gone. The sadness over it didn't last anywhere as long as she expected it to, though, and she was right back to her usual self within a week's time. Some things are not worth crying over and when men are a dime a dozen, well, they go on the list right next to spilled milk.

It was around that time when Rachel's father started to get sick. He was diagnosed with some kind of terminal cancer, Missy has no clue which because she doesn't care. All she knew was that her father was picking them all up and moving them to Savannah so Rachel could be with him before he died and be some kind of support or something for her mother. It was either get on the bandwagon and pack up or have to, eww, get a job and make it on her own. It was an easy choice. Besides, she got yet another new car out of the deal so what's there to complain about? Mary, who's been around since she was first hired as Missy's nanny and has since been moved to regular housekeeper status, got to come with them so she's still not responsible for doing her own laundry. Or cleaning. Or all the other boring shit most people have to do.

When in Savannah, Missy and Brake started talking again. She realized how much she really missed him and he did the same. She flew him out to see her and he never left. Things were great this go round. Neither of them were talking to other people and everyone managed to keep it in their pants. Eventually he proposed and she said yes. They started planning their wedding ... and that's when the fear and nerves started to settle in. This was real. This was happening. And it was terrifying for her. And that's when things went south. She lied to Brake and said she cheated on him so he'd walk. It was a better alternative than asking to postpone the wedding.

After the split AGAIN, Missy decided she was done even trying this relationship shit. If Brake came back again, probably him because she can't help herself but that's about it. Her household ended up moving back to LA and she was so ecstatic to be back in the states. And then they were moving again, this time to Woodburn.