Simon cowells daughter

So let me introduce myself.

My name is Alana Cowell, I'm sixteen years old and I live in canada, my dad is Simon Cowell, basically the owner of American idol, and my mum she's Suzanne Cowell, one of the lead fashion designers in the world.

I'm an only child, and I live with my mum, my dad is always working so he has an apartment in america, he comes to canada, to visit. But that's only on birthdays, christmas, Easter or other holidays, but the longest he's stayed is a week.

I don't go to school, I have a tutor come around three times a week, for seven hours each time. I've got longish brown hair and bluey-grey eyes, like my mum.

I really miss my dad.

People always think he's like some big monster, but they don't know the real him.

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"Hey mum can you go check if my iPhone case has come yet?" I asked as I looked out the window of the living room. It was pouring with rain.

"Why can't you go Lana?" She asked, putting her baking supplies down, I could feel her staring at the back of my head.

"Mum." I spun around to face her.

"I just straightened my hair!" I flew a piece of hair off my shoulder, motioning that it was straight.

"Fine. I'm going" she sighed.

My mum and I are quite close, were both really girly, and we love shopping, and we do a lot together, I used to be a real daddy's girl, I still am, but my mum is here for me.

I watched her walk down the path in her black heels, to go to the post box. The post boxes are all in one little wall at the top of the street, were number twelve so it takes a couple of minutes, that's it.

I wandered into the kitchen and picked up a spoon with the cookie batter on it, I sucked on it as I wandered back to the window to see if my mum was back with the package or not.

"Ugh typical" I sighed, she was across the road chatting to Penny, the lady across the street, their probably gossiping.

My mum caught my glance as I waved my hands around to get her attention, I could see her sigh and wave goodbye to penny.

Just as she stepped her black heels on the road, her heel snapped off.

I could see her mumble 'shit' as she bent down to pick it up.

Oh no.

"MUUUUUUM" I screamed as an oncoming truck roared down the street, she looked up at the window, but it was too late. Before the driver could swerve or brake, she was hit.

The truck rammed straight into her, a splat of blood sprayed across the tar road, and the truck just rolled over her, leaving her laying lifelessly in a splat of blood.

"MUUUM" I screamed as I sprinted out onto the road, I shook her shoulders, tears spilling over my eyes as her frail body didn't respond. The driver rushed out of truck, yelling into his cellphone for the ambulance.

"MUM" I squealed.

The rain just poured down over her, washing all the blood down the storm water drains.

The screeching of sirens roared down the street, the truck driver waved them down before they could trample my mothers body.

I wouldn't let go of her hand, she needed me.

"No!" I cried as they dragged her up onto a stretcher. The sirens faded away as the ambulance sped off out of the street. I kneeled down on the side of the road, just crying and sobbing.

The truck driver had been taken away for interrogation, they said they'd come back in a couple of days to question me, once I wasn't so traumatised.

I don't think I'll ever forget that image, the truck speeding down the road, my mums head smacking against the front of the truck, the blood splattering onto the road, and the truck just mushing into her, the pool of blood, and the blood splattered further down the road.

It just kept playing through my mind, I hugged my knees to my chest, tears still spilling down my rosy cheeks. It's all my fault, if I hadn't rushed her across the road, if I hadn't made her go check the mail, then this wouldn't of happened.

I released my knees from being held against my chest and reached for my cellphone.

I unlocked the phone and speed dialled my dads number.

"Dad" my watery voice echoed.

"Is that you my baby" my dad said happily.

"Dad. I need to tell you something" he cleared his throat, realising I was serious.

"What is it Alana" I heard murmurs in the background but I continued.

"Mums been in an accident"

"What do you mean?!"

"Dad. Mum died."

There was a long silence before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry alana, I've got to go. Ill call you back" I could tell he was crying from the way he talked.

I put my phone back on my side table and laid my head on my pillow to sleep.

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"Asshole calling. Asshole calling" a robotic voice interrupted my sleepy state.

I smiled to myself, remembering the time I set that ring tone for my dad.

I answered the call.

"Alana. Baby."

"Daddy"

"I'm so sorry, I can't come home. But I'm going to have you stay with uncle carl. Ill talk to you later okay. Carl is having a taxi sent over to you in an hour or two, I love you."

"It's alright."

"I love you too" I added.

I grabbed a suitcase out of my walk in closet and piled in all my high heels, dresses, floral tops, skirts and fancy clothes. I stuffed my male up bag in, my special shampoo, and all my other things.

I wheeled my bag down the staircase and miserably sat on the doorsteps outside.

Rain sheeted down over the road, some dripping onto my shoes.

A yellow taxi pulled up outside, I pushed my self off the stairs and heaved my suitcase in the taxi boot.

Well at least I'm going to live in the city.

I leaned my head against the taxi window, all the houses flashing past. I closed my eyes as they began to grow heavy.

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This is just the beginning, the boys and Simon will be introduced in chapter two.