Being Famous is not Fun and Games

Prologue

~Rosalie was 7 years old

"Mommy when I grow up, could I be famous?" I ask my mom, pointing at some random celebrity on TV. 

"Well yes honey, you can, but it's a lot of hard work." She said while sewing some fabric and designing it. I shrug; I just want to be famous. "So what do you have in mind to become famous?" My mom asked me while sewing.

 I looked up in the ceiling and tap my chin,"Um.... I want to be a model and an actress like her." I point at a random woman on the TV screen. Her laughter filled the air asI smiled with her. 

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10 years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 "Wake up! Wake up!" My best friend Jennifer screamed and shook me as hard as she can. 

 "Mhmm! Let me sleep!” I yelled and put a pillow over my head.

 "Look at the clock it's 5:30 P.M. You need to go to at 6:00!" She screamed pulling my pillow off my head. 

 "Leave me alone!" I threw my pillow aiming for her face. 

 She surrender, "Okay don't go to your modeling gig." My eyes automatically open; I raced to the bathroom and took a shower very fast. I grabbed my demin shorts and my blue tank top, "Hurry up!" Jennifer yelled from downstairs.  I ran downstairs as fast as I could and we got in the limo. 

 As soon as we got to the hotel we went straight to the salon. I felt like a life-size Barbie doll; they dress me up, they curled my hair, they put on some make-up on me. After they finish dressing me up I called my mom;she answered like at the fifth ring, "Hello?"

 "Hi mom, are you going to come and watch-”

 She interrupted me, "Can't sorry honey, kind of busy." With that, she hanged up the phone. My eyes got watery; this is not the first time she misses my modeling. She's always too busy designing clothes. I look at the mirror; the red dress look good on my body and my black heels look gorgeous.  But it won't make up for my mom not being here.Why can't my mom just take some time to hang out with me? 

 I mean, I am her only daughter; my father is on some kinds of drugs and there's just nobody there for me. As I began to overthink everything, I didn't notice Jennifer hugging me. "Don't worry, you'll do great." Jennifer whisper, I hug her back, maybe I do have one person who actually cares about me.

"Rosalie you're almost next! Get ready!" An employee told me, I nodded. I broke the hug and waited until I hear my name. I did my catwalk and I became blinded as I saw a  bunch of camera flashing, I (Fake) smiled and strut my stuff. Jennifer did the same; she walked down and did her catwalk. I change into three more outfits and model again. After the modeling gig was over, I was eager to go back home.

I put on the same outfit I brought from home; I put my demin shorts and a blue tank top. I began to walk to the nearest exit, when I heard someone screaming.

"Rosalie! “I turn around and saw my agent Samantha with a hot guy standing next to her. He looks very cocky, with his brown short hair and he's gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. WAIT why am I drooling over this guy? I barely know him and he looks like a jerk; I don't go out with jerks. 

 "Yeah?" I ask raising my eyebrow, looking at the guy, he just smirk.

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