You're 13

Elvis was your father, and he was the best. You lived in his massive mansion with a pool, instruments, arcade games, a home theatre room, a chimpanzee, sports stuff, horses, karts, and many other things. This morning, he walked inside your bedroom to wake you up for school. Everyone at your school was jealous and maybe even envious about your dad being the king of Rock and Roll, but you were only friends with the outcasts at school who couldn't give a fuck about what he was unless it was for a sleepover. He was already in a light blue denim suit, white dress shoes and a black leather belt. He then sat on your bed and shook you gently before saying,

Elvis: Princess, wake up...