I remember it like it was yesterday...I was 15 years old...a very Stubborn, Immature, Rude, girl who didn't give a shit what happened to anything/anyone. This was those days.
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•Kimberly POV.
"Get your tail down here!"
Trisha kept yelling and repeatedly saying to me from downstairs while I was in my bedroom packing.
"Trisha I'm coming! Stop!"
I yelled while shoving my last pair of clothes in my book bag.
Oh yeah, to mention it...Trisha is my annoying mother who is impatient all the time.
Running down long curvy stairs, I pushed the book bag behind my back and held it with the handle.
"Come on move it! Aunt Carol won't be home long and I need to get you there before its 3:30!"
Putting on an annoyed face. I said back;
"Yeah, I know...she always has something to do...that's why I always pick her instead of here in this miserable, boring house."
Trisha wasn't so happy about me saying that....nor was she ever happy at me. I always was the total opposite of her "Perfect Child."
Running to the car in the driveway, I opened the trunk and stuffed my book bag in a random place....our car been stuffed for a few days......did I mention?
We where moving to the state I never ever agreed with.....Hollywood!
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Life Of A Celebrity
Non-FictionIt was Saturday morning...a morning after a long night walking on the red carpet. I remember it like it was today. Flashes everywhere, everyone screaming, everyone watching me....it was quiet a night...and to think I actually didn't become uncons...
