America's Sweetheart

The Blue Notebook

  Today was one of the most problematic days I'd ever had since the video incident. And apparently, the most awkward.

 After dropping off Sophie and her little sister, our black van headed to our home. Apparently, word travels fast and so, I was greeted by the paparazzi. 

 "Why are you back home?"

 "Any new projects? Maybe that secret?"

 "Smile over here!"

 Lights from the cameras started to blind me. Five minutes later and two meters from the van, my security guards finally arrived and formed a parting through the sea of paparazzi. I was dizzy, but after a few moments, I regained stability.

 I was greeted at the door by my mom.

 "I think we need to move to those nice security house neighborhood sometime soon," murmured my mom.

 After setting my stuff down, I hugged each of my family members. Living far away from your family was hard, but I was thankful that I had my Bro-Man anyways. My dad bear hugged me, and then my mom overwhelmed me with kisses. I'm still wondering how I survived that lack of oxygen.

 My parents are both intelligent, but are very moody at times. Now was one of those times, and I felt squished under both of their bear hugs. Too much "affection" can suffocate people. Take note all ye stalkers. Just kidding. Stalkers are awesome. What am I talking about? Moving on.

 My Bro-Man, being the manager he is, was already searching up secure house complexes in the area. "We can move this week," he said with a shrug. "There's this cool secure neighborhood with a  pool, tennis court, basketball court, and lots of different facilities and techy stuff. The owner says we can look at it tomorrow."

 "I was getting sick of the creaky floors anyways," my mom spoke up. "And I'd like to have one of those nice kitchens.." she said dreamily.

 My dad, however, was the logical one of our family and immediately asked about the cost. My brother replied with a jaw-dropping sum.

 "How are we going to afford that?" my dad practically screeched.

 "Since it's Melody's fault anyways, she gets to pay for it. This is little compared to the profit she got with Ode to Summer," cooly replied Bro-Man.

 My parents both looked at me, but I replied with a shrug. I wasn't going to use all that money anyways.

 I went upstairs into my room. It hadn't changed much in the few months I had been gone. I found myself stretching in the clean covers of my bed, and then fell fast asleep.

 The next day came way too quickly. I was enjoying my sweet slumber especially since I was tired, but found myself waking up to a loud crash. Then my body felt it necessary to do the same and rolled off on its own onto the floor. 

 BAM! Ugh, my butt hurts.

 I hauled my body up, but then it slumped onto the bed and floor. My bed hair was a mess. I had to take a shower.

 I stepped out my room to see my parents fighting and my brother making something crash and break. As soon as I stepped out, they were silenced.

 "What's going on here?" I asked them.

 "We went to see the house today while you were sleeping," Mom told me.

 "We're moving in tomorrow so we have to pack right now!" said the Bro-Man.

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So while the others were packing, my mom shipped me off to Walmart to buy school supplies. She wouldn't give me any sort of special treatment, so I tried my best to hide my face with my baseball cap and went down to the garage to start my car.