Now That I've Found You...

NTIFY (7)

Laying in my bed, I waited.. and waited... I submitted my book into Huckleberry Corp- a very famous publishing company second to my mother's of course. I know you're probably thinking, "If her mom is the owner of the most famous, successful publishing company in America, then why doesn't she just publish her book with her mom's company?" Well, let me tell you something about my mother- she tends to take over. When I was 10, I had to make a diorama for social studies, I was so excited because it was on the natives and pilgrims.. or something like that. Well, when I told mom about the project, she immediately took it over. Basically did it for me. I mean I was upset because I wanted to do it for myself. I wanted to called it mine. I couldn't completely get mad at her because she was only trying to help but you know.. I was just upset, and every time after that, she's done it. so this time.. I didn't tell her. And I submitted it under a different name.. I want them to accept me for me. This woman has written 4 best-selling books (which all became movies by the way), has her own publishing company, and has written and directed countless scripts for films and famous Broadway plays. I don't want to be given even everything I want just because I'm the daughter of famous people, I want to earn it. I want to see if my work is really as good as they say it is as an author's daughter, and a regular girl...

They said they'd call at 1:30PM today. In exactly two minutes and thirty seconds I will receive either good or bad news... I'm so anxious I could burst.. I sat there just counting the seconds left..

4...3...2...1...

"Hello?" I answered with my practiced casual tone. "Yes. This is she... I see.. No that's fine... I understand.. Okay thank you, you too, okay" I hung up. "THEY LOVE IT! THEY REALLY REALLY LOVE IT!!" I jumped around my room screaming and rejoicing. And then my mother passed my room.

"Sam, honey, are you alright?" She sounded so sweet and innocent.

"I'm great mom!" I replied still jumping on my bed. "My book got published." Forgetting that I didn't tell her.

"You wrote a book?!" She seemed so shocked. I nodded with a little fear, realizing the words that had slipped out.

"It got published?" She sounded more confused then shocked this time. I nodded once again. There was a long pause.

"But... why didn't you tell me?" Now THIS time she sounded really discouraged. Like a sad puppy. I stopped jumping and turned around to her. "I could've published it for you." She pouted.

"Because mom, I didn't want to be in your shadow. I even sent it in under a fake name because I didn't want them to know I am YOUR daughter." She looked away as if holding back tears.

"So now you're ashamed of me?" A hint of anger in her voice. I grabbed her arm before she could leave.

"No. No, that's not what I mean. Mom, ever since I was younger, I've been looked at as Samantha Slone- daughter of the famous author and director Rebeckah and the late legendary actor Nikkholas Slone. Mom, I wanna be known as Samantha Slone- fun, loving, sassy senior at Mountain blah blah blah High who aspires to be a writer and eventually travel the world. My first day of school, everyone looked at me. Gazing, because I was 'Best-selling author Rebeckah Slone's daughter' not just a regular new girl. I would even take being called 'The New Girl'! So.. yeah mom, I didn't tell you that I wrote a book, or that I sent it to a different publishing company. But it's not because I don't love you. I just... I just wanna be me."