Ariana Grande: My Secret Life

Chapter 1

"Whew, was that a mess," I sighed tiredly as I plopped down into my bed.

"Finally," Sarah agreed, smiling. Her dorky glasses and grey colored pajamas and curly, freshly showered hair that smelled of strawberries reminded me of home.

"Doesn't it drive you nuts?" she asked for the millionth time as I forced myself to keep my eyes open. "All the fans, the hectic noise, the just, everything?"

"Sarah," I said firmly. "As if I haven't told you this a thousand times already."

"You sound like your mom," she muttered.

I smirked. Then I turned around to look at her. "Yeah," I said softly. "It's crazy."

"But still. All the attention. Gotta feel good," she prodded jokingly.

"Kinda," I admitted. "But it's hard. I have to be perfect."

"Speaking of perfect," she looked at me pointedly. "Your hair's looking a little too perfect at the minute."

"Oh, yeah, whoops," I gracefully unclipped my long, blonde extensions. My head felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of it. "Much better."

"You know, I'm sure no one would hate you if you just showed your natural hair," Sarah said softly.

"No," I said firmly. "No one's allowed to see me like... this...I'm expected to be perfect. I will be. At least when I have to."

"Ari, listen. You have fans that adore you for your voice. They won't care about your hair."

"Still. There will be people that will. I know, it's insecure, but..."I paused. "I don't know, it's just easier hiding. Hiding everything."

"There's so much to hide." she said quietly.

"I know," I said, my eyes filling up. So many secrets from people who love me. If they ever found out...

That one thought hit me like a splash of ice cold water and I froze.

"No." I said straightening as Sarah watched apprehensively. "They will never find out."