Sabrina Daniels
I stored all my possessions in their respective travel case for the trip tomorrow and lounged on the sofa. I was undeniably going to miss New York and the memories, excluding the fraction when I met Francis. But the entire time I was in this town, he was there; on the news, on posters, running around in disguises and most of all, relaxing in my apartment, just like a pest. It was tiring to reflect on the crisis every day. I understood that he was frank yesterday, yet I didn't know what to trust in anymore.
The memory of the stupid interview flaunted through my mind, mocking me again and again as if a song was infinitely on replay. The knock on the door finally put aside all the events that happened.
I unlocked the door and was acknowledged by a dozen cameras clicking and interviewers holding up their microphones and recorders.
"Sabrina Daniels!" The familiar voice sounded through the crowd.
It was Kathy Lewis once more.
"Sabrina darling, what is your reaction to meeting Francis Payne?"
I shrugged. Now was the time to end this. "Francis Payne? Well I would say bored. To all the viewers watching this, this is not meant to hurt you but I just want to be honest."
She held up the microphone close to my face and was motivated to share a story over the world. I snatched it from her and gave the best fake smile I could make.
"I'm not a fan of Francis. Not ever. You can even ask my best friends. I came to New York for an internship and not to see him. So if you can please just stop bugging me about meeting Francis because I helped my best friends get an autograph from him."
I banged the door on them and ambled to my bedroom.
**
Francis Payne
I felt my heart ache. I wanted to get her back. I wanted to start over.
Her words resonated in my head. I couldn't tell if it was genuine or a lie. I know she loved me but these words made me doubt everything about her. I broke her first, and she decided to either lie on that interview or tell the truth that I basically meant nothing to her.
Fresh tears escaped my eyes, flooding down my cheeks and dropping on the remote control gripped inside my hand. I wanted to end this. I wanted to end being a teen star. It only ruined everything that has given me joy. But once I did, I can't help my family. Plus all my effort is put to waste.
I sighed and slept, hoping everything was just a dream.
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Picture Perfect
Teen FictionSabrina Daniels looks through life with a Camera. She lives half of her life through photography, capturing every detail about her life. She's hoping one day she could get into the Arts and Design Factory- a prestigious college for students who have...
