How Country Feels *On Hold*

*Chapter 1*

I gave my mom a fake smile as she looked at me, concern clear in her brown eyes. I could tell that she didn't believe it, but she had a flight to catch.

"Okay, honey. Just call me or your father if anything happens. You know that we will drop everything and come home, right?"she was holding me at arm's length, inspecting my every facial expression.

"Okay mom. Your flight is going to leave without you. I'm fine, I promise,"One more reassuring smile and her and my dad were rushing through the airport, bodyguards surrounding them.

I told them that they should have taken the private jet, but they didn't listen. They don't like to flaunt their money. Then why the hell do we have a private jet in the first place if we never use it? Isn't that wasting money. In my mind, that's worse than flaunting. 

You could just give to a charity or something, not that my parents don't do that. In fact, they fund many hospitals and charities along with a few local churches.

That's right, you guessed it. My parents are the famous couple- Luke Anderson and Isabelle Anderson. I hear their love story was pretty interesting. If only they knew that by being so famous, they have probably ruined my social life and kept me from ever being in a real relationship.

Sure, I've dated a few guys before for fun. But at one point or another, they've asked where the paparazzi are or when I was going to take them to see famous people. Like, what do I look like to them? A celeb hotline?

I shook my head in disgust as I sauntered back to my blacked out 2010 Chevy Camaro. I unlocked the door and swung it open before plopping my ass in the comfy seat. I revved the engine as I squealed out of the crowded parking lot and past the bundles of paparazzi.

 I got home as quickly as possible without being pulled over and parked my car in the huge garage. I stormed up the wooden spiral staircase until I was at the familiar door of my bedroom.

Swinging open the door, I was greeted with my bedroom style of choice. I had a rich purple bed spread covered in beading and silk. If you pulled back the duvet and all of the fancy throw pillows, you would find black silk sheets.

Apart from my bed, there was a huge flatscreen TV hung on the opposite wall. A balcony door was placed on the west wall, velvet purple drapes blocking out the bright, summer sun. I let out a deep breathe as I tore off my heels, padding across the room to swing open the glass doors.

I found myself settling into one of the balcony lounge chairs. I brought my hands up and removed my hair from the harsh ponytail it had been in all day. Running my fingers through my straight brown hair, I shoved the hair tie into my jacket pocket where I would surely forget it.

My eyes closed involuntarily, letting my exhaustion that had built up over the long and stressful day take hold of me.

***

"Jess?"A soft voice broke through the fog.

I grunted as I shifted my body in an attempt to fall back asleep. But, the person wouldn't have it as they placed a hand on my shoulder and began to persistently shake. 

"Five more minutes,"I mumbled, swatting away the annoying hand.

A sigh,"Jessie! Sophie called and said that you were late for her party. She wants to know what's up."

That made my eyes fly open as I looked in shock at my little sister, Jenny.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit! What time is it?"I aimed the question at my sister.

She swung her head back into my room before appearing once more,"10."

I scrambled up out of my position, trying to make it into my room as fast as possible. I cursed under my breath as I hastily searched my closet for something to wear. I tore off my clothes and quickly scrambled into a tight blue dress that showed off my curves.It was hi-lo and had lace covering the shoulders. Throwing on my simple black heels, I checked my appearance in the mirror.