The Wild Life of a Hollywood Starlet's Daughter (On Hold)

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I still couldn't believe this. My mom was actually going through with one of her threats. I mean, she never did before, so why should I have believed that she ever would?

I don't know how much longer it was before I finally decided to get up out of bed. I didn't want to start packing. Hell, I didn't even want to go to this stupid farm. But I didn't have any other choice. So, against my better judgement, I actually began to pack.

I started packing everything that I liked (which was hard to choose cause I love all my clothing), but I was able to pick only a few pieces, so that I wasn't bringing my entire wardrobe with me. Then I started packing my toiletries. You now, hairbrush, toothpaste, toothbrush, etc. I put it all in this Gucci bag my mom had gotten me for my 13th birthday. Then I went back into my bedroom. I got the matching bad that went with the toiletry Gucci bag, and started putting my laptop, cell phone, etc in there. Man, I hate packing.

It took me about two hours before I finally finished packing. So, I decided that I should probably call Peyton, and let her know what's going on. Maybe she could even help me convince my mom to let me stay.

So I went to my bag and pulled out my cell phone, and pressed speed dial for Peyton. It rang five times before it finally went to voicemail. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I took in a deep breath. She's probably so hung over from last night that she can't even get to her phone. Great.

"Hey, Peyton, it's Stella. When you get this message, please call me back." Then I hung up my phone, and threw my blackberry onto my bed. I really hated it when she didn't answer my calls.

When I had calmed myself down from Peyton not answering my call, I decided that I should probably get changed. I slipped on some short shorts and a blue tank top, with a white short sleeved shirt that hung off one shoulder. I slipped on some flip flops that I had gotten for like $2 at a blow out sale in a warehouse that Peyton knew of, and walked downstairs, into the kitchen.

My mom was sitting on a bar stool at the counter, eating a bagel with cream cheese. I went to the fridge, and got out some milk. Then I walked over to the cupboard and got a bowl, and made sure that I slammed it shut. I wanted my mom to know how mad I was. Then I did the same with the cupboard I got the cereal out of. My mom sighed.

"Look, Stella, I know that you're upset. But I promise you, this is the best thing for you. You're going to make new friends. Spend more time with family. Be a normal teenager. I bet that by the end of this whole journey, you'll be asking why I didn't do it sooner."

My eyes widened with surprise as my mother said that. She was now looking as me with a small smile playing on her lips. I couldn't believe this! She thought that I was actually going to enjoy living on a farm with people who have to do actual work for a living. Was she nuts!?

"You joking, right mom?" I asked.

"No, I'm not. I promise you Stella, this will be good for you."

"Maybe you think it will be, but I don't. And since I'm the one who has to actually go to this farm, I think I should have a say."

"Oh really," my mother said, obviously sounding board. "And what is your say on this?" she asked. I knew that she already knew, but I just had to say it anyways.

"I don't want to go. I think that it's too cruel of a punishment." I truly meant what I said. It was cruel, and I don't think I should have to go. But my mom had other ideas because she started laughing. Actually laughing. God, how much meaner can a parent get? Oh wait, I know how.

"That's a funny one, Stella. Too bad you opinion doesn't matter in this case."

"But if I'm the one that has to go anyways, I think I should be able to decide if I actually should go or not. And I think not."

"Well, I'm the adult here. So I overrule you, the child. You're going. End of discussion. Now, go upstairs and get your bags. I was able to get you an earlier flight. You leave in two hours. So hurry up." My mouth just dropped. Two hours! That's like no time at all! I knew she was mean, but not this mean. So I did what any other kid would do, I stomped my foot, and stomped my feet all the way up the stairs, and once I was in my room, I slammed my door.

I couldn't believe it. I was going to the worst place on earth in two hours! I wasn't going to make it. I was going to die on a farm. How disgusting is that!? I heard my cell phone ringing on my bed, and I quickly ran to it, trying to see through my now clouded vision from the tears that silently spilled over my eyes, and began to roll down my cheeks. Thankfully, it was Peyton.

"Hey, Stella. What's up?" Peyton asked.

"You'll never believe where my mothers sending me." I said, feeling the lump in my throat, threatening to burst.

"Milan, Rome, Paris, somewhere amazing I bet."

"Guess again," I said. Peyton thought about it for a moment, before she sighed.

"I give up, where's your mother sending you?"

"To my aunts farm in Texas." Peyton gasped. And that's when the sobs started coming, and I just couldn't hold it in any longer.