She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Demi's POV

"Come on, it's time to get up," I softly shook Kenzie, trying to get her to wake up. She just groaned and rolled over. "First day of school, you can't be late." I turned on her big light, and she groaned again while pulling the covers over her face. "Come on."

"Noooo," Kenzie whined.

"Why not?"

"It's too early." I pulled the covers off of her, letting them drop to the floor. "Mooom," she whined, covering her face.

"Come on, I even made breakfast this morning. Your favorite, waffles!" I said enthusiastically, trying to get sleepy-head out of bed.

"Fine," she groaned as she sat up. She has never been a morning person.

"By the way, your hair is fabulous this morning," I joked.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically with a fake smile.

I laughed at her. "Come on." We walked into the kitchen together, where I already had breakfast sat out on the table. We both sat down and started eating our waffles and eggs. "Are you excited?"

"Nervous," Kenzie answered. "I don't want it to be like in movies where all you have is fake friends."

"You just have to pay attention to who you feel is a good friend, and who is just using you."

"Can I keep being your daughter a secret? You know, so kids won't freak out or anything?"

"Sweetie, you've been all over magazines. You've come on stage during my concerts. You've been to interviews with me. You're America's little sweetheart. Someone's bound to recognize you," I explained.

She nodded. "I guess you're right."

"Come on, you're freaking out over nothing. You'll be just fine. I believe in you." I gave her a smile, which she returned.

After breakfast, Kenzie retreated to her room to get ready, and I got myself ready for the day. While Kenzie's at school, I'm going to meet up with management to discuss my new album coming out soon. I'm so excited!

"Kenzie! Hurry, you're going to be late!" I called down the hall. Kenzie came out with her hair straightened and full make-up. "Okay, you're twelve, you're not wearing that much make-up to school," I said.

"But if I'm pretty enough, I'll make friends."

"Kenzie, you are naturally gorgeous. Now go take all of that off."

"I can't wear any make-up?"

"It's No Makeup Monday!"

"I thought that was just your thing."

"Go wash your face," I said sternly, ending our argument. She rarely argues with me, but given that it's still early in the morning and she's nervous, attitude is to be expected. She soon came back with a clean face. "Beautiful," I said before kissing the top of her head. "Let's go."

It's a ten minute drive to her school. "Do you want me to go in with you?" I asked.

"Mom, I'm twelve. This is middle school, not elementary," Kenzie responded.

"Okay, just thought you were nervous," I said defensively.

"Sorry Mom, I am. But I can go in by myself."

"Alright, baby, I love you."

"I love you, too." Kenzie grabbed her backpack and lunch box and left the car. I watched as she walked towards the school building, but I had to leave before I could see her go in. There were cars lining up behind me.

Kenzie's POV

I slowly opened the door and walked into the school. I found the office and picked up my schedule. All of my core classes were in the same room with the same teacher. I had English/Language Arts first, History second, Spanish third, Reading fourth, Lunch, Gym fifth, Science sixth, Choir seventh, and finally Math eighth. I didn't even know that I was in choir, but I'll try it out. I went to my first class room and found a seat in the back row. There weren't many kids when I first walked in, but the class soon started to fill up. A girl smiled at me before sitting in front of me, and I gave her a smile back.

The teacher came in right before the bell rang. It was a young lady, maybe in her mid-late twenties. She came in with a smile. She seemed nice. "Good morning class, my name is Ms. Baker. It's great to have you this eight grade year," she said as she looked around the class room. "How about we all introduce ourselves. Stand up, give your name, and random fact about you. Starting with you," She pointed to a boy who was first in my row. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself.

I learned that the girl in front of me's name was Clarissa. "And I like to sing," Clarissa finished her introduction.

Now it was my turn.

Yay.

I slowly stood up. "My name is Kenzie. And, uhm, I like to watch crime shows." I quickly sat back down and saw some kids glance around at each other. I tried to not pay too much attention to them. I listened as the rest of the class introduced themselves. It wasn't as big of a class as I had expected. 

"Great, I'll try to remember all of those names. Now the rules are simple, I don't have a big list. Just respect your peers, don't talk when anyone else is talking, follow directions. You're in eight grade, you know everything. Now I want you to right a paragraph over you favorite thing you did this summer. It doesn't have to be too long, just a regular paragraph. Bring it to me when you're done, unless you want to read them out loud."

"NO!" A few students called out, causing to class the giggle.

"Alright," Ms. Baker laughed. "So bring them to my desk, and that's it for today."

I had no idea what to write about. All I did was hang out with my mom, do interviews with her, go anywhere she goes.

I ended up writing about Nick taking me to the zoo when Mom was at the recording studio all day. I know, it seems like a little kid thing, but I just liked hanging out with Nick. I turned my paper in, then sat back down at my desk.

Clarissa had already finished, s she turned around to face me. "Hey," she said, grabbing m attention.

"Hi," I said quietly with a small smiled.

"You look so familiar," she said as she studied my face. Then her eyes popped open with realization. "Kenzie, right?" I nodded. "As in Kenzie Lovato?" She asked slowly. I nodded and smiled again. She smacked her head. "How could I not have recognized you before?"

I laughed. "It's really not that big of a deal."

"Yeah, it is. Your mom is THE Demi Lovato."

I quickly looked around, relieved that I wasn't getting a ton of stairs. "But I'm still just a normal kid."

"Right."

"Well, now I know that you're not just talking to me because of my mom," I said with a chuckle.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't do that. I'm not fake like that." We exchanged another smile. "So what school did you go to before this?"

"I was home schooled. I'm kind of basing my school expectations off of movies," I laughed.

"Oh, those are always so dramatic."

So far, so good. I have a friend.