Secret Life, an Emison Story

New Friend

Chapter 3: New Friend

Ali's POV.

It had been a few days since the disastrously humiliating interview with Evan. I knew my co-stars didn't like me, but I didn't know they really hated me that much. I had barricaded myself in my room in our LA house since we flew in two days ago.

Mom had told me my birth parents' names after the show. She didn't know much about them, except that they were struggling financially when I was born, and they couldn't care for me properly. She also mentioned that they had two little boys. It was a sort of closed adoption, so she didn't know where they lived at the time.

"Ali, can I come in?" It was my mom, she had nicknamed me Ali when I was little.

"Sure." She opened the door, two hot chocolates in hand.

"I know what those people did were horrible, and I wished it hadn't happened."

"My career is over." I pounded.

"No, it's not, this is just a little setback, people will get over it."

"No, they won't, have you seen the memes and videos?"

"No, and you shouldn't look at them either, they're just going to make you feel even worse."

PING! I looked at my phone, and there is a new post on my anti-fan club page.

"Scratch career, my life is over"

"No, it isn't."

"Now people are posting petitions to re-cast 'Starlight'. They are saying ' do you want to wait for a better 'Starlight' or do you want to watch the original?'"

"They're not serious."

"It looks pretty real to me, now I even have an anti-fan page."

"Seriously, what did you do wrong? Why are they doing this?"

"People are cruel. They thought I was rude in the way I answered the questions. People also think that celebrities should be open books. That we shouldn't be offended when people invade our privacy."

"That doesn't sound right. All people should be entitled to their privacy. You weren't rude, you just didn't want to answer the questions."

"Tell all of that to the internet."

"How about we do something fun? Go somewhere?"

"How about we go back in time?"

"I mean like the spa, or the pool, somewhere fun."

"Will there be people there?"

"Likely."

"No thanks." I wish I could go somewhere without getting accosted by an angry mob. I wish I could go somewhere, and not be recognized in general. What if I could? I looked up online for cozy small towns, number one Rosewood Pennsylvania.

I got up and ran to the bathroom. I looked through the cabinet, here we go. Mom preferred her hair blonde over brown, so there was always some bleach in the bathroom. I looked at the instructions.

"What's going on with this sudden burst of energy? Not that I'm complaining."

"I'm going to dye my hair."

"Why, you've never seemed interested before?"

"I have a plan."

"What kind of plan? Should I be worried?"

"I'm going to dye my hair, and take the brown contacts out." I wore brown contacts because my blue eyes stood out too much. They were like really bright blue.