Who I'm Meant To Be

Chapter 1

Chin up. Shoulders back. Back straight. Head high. Is what I've been hearing all my life. I'm Eternity and I'm sixteen. Did i mention I am the biggest teen star alive, whoo hoo.(note my sarcasm)
I sat down at the conference table with my mom/manager and the CEO of Pepsi.
"Good morning, how are you ladies today?" He spoke.
"Look let's just get to the point." My mom/manager snapped rolling her eyes. "No time for the butt-kiss scene." I sighed and slumped down in my chair when i felt a sting on my arm. I looked over at my mom/manager as she gave me the death glare and I sat up straight.
"We, well I personally want Eternity to appear on the Super Bowl commercial." He said smiling at me.
"How much is compensation?" My mom asked twirling her hair with one finger.
"Um about 150k." He said. "Maybe a little higher if we make some arrangements."
I glanced over to my mom biting her lip at the CEO. My stomach turn as i pictured the thought of a hairy old man and my mom banging it out. I swallowed hard to keep from throwing up.
"Mhmmm, maybe we can schedule those arrangements very soon." My mom said pulling her card from her tight fitted corset "Here's my card call anytime, I'm always on call."
She got up and walked out before he could speak again and I followed. I stared at my mother with a disgusting face.
"Whaat, don't give me that look." She said putting on lipstick in the elevator mirror.
"You're really gonna sleep with a man who looks like Viagra can't even get him stoned?" I said shaking my head.
"Maybe of it gets the endorsement. " she said pushing her chest up.
I sighed and looked in the mirror at myself. My long dark brown hair was straightened to a perfection and the baby blue mid-thigh jumpsuit went perfect with my caramel skin tone. I took a deep breath as I heard the elevator chime knowing that there would be paparazzi flooding the lobby.
The elevator doors opened and sure enough the elevator was stormed with cameras and screaming fans. Two tall muscular security men grabbed my arms and guided me threw the crowd. When I finally had reached the car I felt a wave of depression. Not knowing were it came from I brushed it off as Chantler, the chauffer started the car.
"Where to E.T?" He asked looking in the rear view mirror.
I smiled at the nickname he had given me when we first met. "Take me home plleeaassee." I groaned.
He chuckled and begin to drive.  I pulled out my phone and checked Twitter. Instantly pictures of me from Pepsi were everywhere. Its amazing how fast stuff leaks, I was just at the place less than 2 seconds ago and now the whole world knows.
"So how was the conference?"Chantler asked.
"Sexual as usual. " i said hanging threw the partition opening. " No conference is PG anymore, its like it gets more sexual every year."
"Well she's doing what she got to just for you." He said still looking at the road.
"Ughhhhh i guess, but seems more like prostitution to me." I laughed sitting back in my seat. I looked out the window the rest of the ride as 'We Bout to blow' played threw the speakers.