Popstar on the run

Chapter 5

It took me two whole weeks to convince Ash to tryout for the softball team.

Two frickin' weeks.

Her excuse? Cheryl. Apparently, Cheryl had made it her life motto to torment other girls. It was basically to get a sick thrill. But no, I wasn't mad at her, nope.

I actually pitied her. Degrading someone to feel better, that's what bullying is all about. You think you're really 'the bomb' by bullying someone? No honey, you're not. It's obvious that Cheryl bullies people just to feel better. I'm not sure if anyone else sensed it, but I did. She always, ALWAYS felt the need to updo everyone. She always wanted to be in the spotlight, but even then, I could sense a dark aura around her.

By dark, I don't mean evil. A sorrow aura always surrounded her.

And it made me feel bad for her.

My mother always told me to respect everyone. Either the person was old or a child. Everyone was same in her eyes. She always told me to greet everyone with a smile.

'Never frown dear. It looks bad on you.'

And soon, I found myself plunging into an unwanted memory.

"Come on Anna!" I whined and stomped my foot, "We always do this!"

She snorted and looked away from the mirror which was in my bathroom. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked towards me, "Mik, you're a popstar! We don't have time to dress up as spogebob and Patrick!" She remarked as my sixteen year old frowned, "Besides, as your best friend, it's my job to make sure you don't humiliate yourself in front of the public!" She shrugged and turned around, looking at herself in tthe mirror and applying lipgloss.

I knew this was going to happen. I KNEW it. As soon as I turned Scotland's 'sweetheart', everyone changed around me. It sucked, it always did.

"But we used to do that every St Patrick's day!" I whined. She tsked and stauntered towards me.

"That's the point. We used to do that BEFORE you were famouse, hun. Now, let me get ready! The photogrophers need to know that Mikaeel Hunter's best friend isn't someone you can mess with!" She made a clicking sound with her tongue and smirked, patting me on the back before applying another thick layer of lip gloss.

I scoffed and shook my head, getting out of the bathroom and instead walked towards the curtains.

Right. Before I was famous. And unknowingly, a lump formed in my throat.

I didn't even recognized my best friend anymore! She wasn't the one who wore makeup! She wasn't the one who EVER said no to our plans! It was our day and we were supposed to do our thing! It was our job to dress as the characters in Spongebob, and hand out burgers to everyone saying they're crabby patties!

My eyes started watering when I truly realized what had happened. I lost my best friend.

And I hated it.

I moved aside the curtains to see camera men littering the porch of my house.

'It's all your fault.' I muttered bitterly.

I gasped and my eyes shot open. The sheets tangled on my body as my breath came in short pants. Breath, it's nothing. I ruffled the sheets away and stood up on the floor, running my hands through my hair.

It's just a memory, Mik. Itt's nothing.

My heart thumped in my ears as I gasped in short pants, shaking my head to let go of the stupid memory. And without me knowing, my eyes started watering, but I blinked them back.