Isabella POV:
reedited at 1:43 am Sat, Mar 28
Have you ever thought it would be cool to live in a world full of magical creatures? Well, I have. I dream of it a lot.
My name is Isabella Gery. I'm 16 years old. I live in a penthouse in western in California in a little town....well, maybe a town for celebrities but, yeah, you guessed it. I'm A Celebrity. I go by Bells. I'm a singer, actor, and I've been on Broadway multiple times. I've been working on a movie script. Yeah, well, like a personal project, you can say.
I've been on tour for two and a half months and I can't wait to go back home. I only have one more week now and I can't wait to go back to school. If my mom makes me do another movie. I don't really mind. It's just I really want to go to school like a normal teenager, to complain about waking up so early, drooling over cute guys, having a best friend I can talk about anything to. But, now well, I used to have a best friend but that was way, way back when I was like 7.
It stinks really having to always move, going on tours, making movies, going off to Broadway. I just wish I could live a normal teenage life, but normal is not normal in my family. I'm always running away from fans blah, blah, blah, hated by the media, having paparazzi show up everywhere I go. I never get a moment of peace or privacy. I even filed a restraining order.
"Mom! Can I go out please! I'm bored?!" I yelled from my room and as always she's on her phone talking to someone. It's so frustrating. She never listens to me or hears me.
"Yeah sure don't come home late"
"Bye, mom. Be back at 10" I yelled and walked down the stairs and to the elevator and out the door. There waiting is my bodyguard Scott.
I used to have a crush on him back when I got big in the industry. I mean who would not. 6'2, blond hair, blue eyes, light tan skin, well-built, and a good jawline. You could see why I liked him so much, but he has a girlfriend, which stinks. "Hey Scott, how's Emily doing?" I asked, even though I don't care. "She's doing good, so where are we off to?" he asked 'ummm....i don't know you pick" I said. "Movies, or shopping or park, pick one" he says. "Hmmm, how about all three of them? First shopping, then the park, then the movies, okay?"I asked. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and it always works "Fine okay, let's go." he grumbles. I smile victoriously
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When we were done shopping and we already had 20 bags from 12 different stores yeah I'm a shopaholic I love shopping. Now we are on our way to his black Mercedes Honda not fancy but ordinary. Once we got in and put all the bags in the back seat off went to the park just to walk around talk and sit that's all. Scott a talker which I don't mind just I wish my mom was more of one.
I guess he realizes that I wasn't listening and ask if I was ok "Yeah I'm fine just thinking" I replied
"What's on your mind?" he asked
"Guess?" I said
"Your mom" he answer's
"Yeah, it's just I wish she was like you" I said. I wish was she really like him just a female way though.
"I know sweet cheeks I know.....You know that I'm always here for you and you can tell me anything, right? " he asked hugging me as my eyes started to tear up.
"Thanks now movies okay I got to go get home in 3 hours and we need to eat something after the movies" I said wiping my eyes.
"That's my girl," he said jokingly
"Lolz" I said giggling
"BFFL"s???" I asked
"Alway's" he said
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After the movies, Scott drop me off home and went home himself. When I got in I found dinner on the table waiting. After eating it. I went up to my room stripped down and went to bed.
Hey guys I know it's short but hey it's what I have promise that the next ones is going to be better than this. Since schools coming back I'm going to be busy so I won't have time to write k sorry. Until then lolz.
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