She's My Celebrity [New]

Try Not To Cry

Amalia
The next day

I walked around the school; hearing people laugh and whisper behind my back.

I then saw a teenage boy and began running after him. As soon as I caught up to him, I grabbed his arm and started yelling at him because of what he did to me. He frowned before yelling back at me. I gritted my teeth and said a few words before dragging him. He pulled back which made me stumble backwards. As I fell, I came face to face with bright headlights and heard people scream. I then heard the screeching of tires and the car-

I woke up gasping for air while tears rolled down my face. I then took a deep breath in and placed the palm of my hand over my forehead. Those dreams were back again, and they were worse than before.

"Miss Omora, it's 7 am. Mr. Jones said we need to get going. I'm entering the room." One of the female staff members said from outside my bedroom door. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and rushed straight to the bathroom as she opened the door, not wanting her to see me in that state. "Ma'am?" she called out, but I didn't reply.

I closed the bathroom door and heard her sigh before she left the room. I let out a sigh of relief and I freshened up. I put on white jeans with a black oversized hoodie. I then tied my hair in a bun because I was too tired to style it. I pouted as I looked at my reflection in the mirror "This isn't fair."

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"Can't I just stay here?" I asked Mr. Jones as soon as I opened the front door for him. I then glanced down at his luggage and folded my arms.

He only rolled his eyes and the staff members who were behind him entered the room as soon as they saw me and took my luggage as I boredly stared back at them. They carried my luggage as we headed out of the hotel room and downstairs to the lobby. I waited for Mr. Jones to check out while the others went straight to the car to load it up.

As soon as he finished, we headed to the airport.

It took about thirty minutes to get there, and reporters and fans immediately ran up to the car as soon as they saw us. I exited the car and was met with hundreds of cameras on my face with flashes of lights. I forced a smile and waved at the crowd as they cheered and asked me for my autograph and to look at their camera at the same time.

We barely made it to the escalator as my bodyguards tried their best to push the people back, but it was of little effort.

I let out a sigh of relief as we finally made it to our seats where there weren't any more fans and reporters blinding me and screaming my name. I looked at the time, it was seven fifty-five in the morning "We didn't have to leave so early you know."

"Do you want anything to eat?" Mr. Jones asked as he stood up. He was ignoring me. He pushed up his spectacles as he waited for my response.

I gave up "Just get me a burger." I commanded and he left.

After a few minutes of just browsing through my phone, I finally remembered that Min-Soo had given me his phone number. I was shocked when he also gave me everyone's number including Ji-Hoon's.

I smiled to myself, even though we didn't spend a lot of time together, I couldn't stop thinking about Mina, Yeon-Jin, Min-Soo, and Ji-Hoon. After what happened to me, I've never really made friends with anyone. However, I get excited when I think about becoming friends with the others. It made me feel whole again.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Mr. Jones approached me with my food. He gave me my package and kept it. I opened mine and took out my burger before taking a big bite.

"I'm sorry." Mr. Jones said with a saddened expression.

I curiously looked at him as he sighed "I know how much South Korea means to you and how close you've gotten to those people. Not going to lie, I was proud of you for making friends. Ever since your career started, I've never seen you so close to anyone before. I want you to stay here but it's not my decision. It's the agency's."