*Protective Love*

"Thank you guys! I love you!!!"

I quickly ran backstage and into my dressing room. Taking off my mic in my ear.

"Hailey! Hailey! Hailey!"

I could still hear the cheering of the adoring crowd.

*happily sighs*  "They love me."

"Yes they sure do Ms. Carter. Now please hurry and get changed."

My clothes designer handed me my "I Love me Shirt", my ripped black skinnies, and my purple high stiletto heel converse.

"Now remember you have  CD signing tomorrow. I will be at your aunt's house, along with your hair dresser, at 9:00 sharp to get you ready."

I had started playing games on my phone when she started talking.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Just try to actually show up on time."

"I'll do my best Ms. Carter."

"Good."

I picked up my Skelanimals bag and opened the door. My bodyguard was standing outside my dressing room.

"Hey Phil."

"Ms. Carter, the limo is waiting outside to take you home."

*yawns*   "Alright. Let's go."

I walked forward and Phil followed close behind. He was the 5th bodyguard this week. The others kept on quitting. Guess they couldn't handle taking care of me. *grins*  Phil pushed open the big door and I could instantly hear people shotuing my name. I smiled and started walking again.

"Hailey I love you so much!"

"Your so pretty!"

"Will you marry me?"

"Can I have your autograph?"

I signed the screamin girl's notebook and got into the limo. Phil walked around and got in through the other door. My limo driver, Frank, turned around as I got in.

"Where to Ms. Carter?"

"Home Frank. I need to realx in a bubble bath after the day I had."

"Very well then."

I stared out the window as Frank drove. The city lights seemed to make everything glow. It was so bright and pretty. We  drove by a bilboard ad for Pretty Little Liars.

*sighs*   "Phil, do you think I'll ever  make a friend."

"You have friends Ms. Carter."

"No I have sevants who talk to me because their paid to do it. I'm talking about a real friensd."

"Ummm... I do not know."

"... Guess I don't know either."

 *stares out the window*  You'd think being a famous singer and having very wealthy parents gives you everything. It doensn't. Money can't buy me friendship or love. Tears began to form in my eyes. No! I will not cry. I have everything I've ever wanted. I will not cry. But I was breaking down inside. My parents had always taught me to be nice if you want people to be nice to you. They've been dead since I was 11. My aunt and uncle make me take lessons oon acting like a spoiled bitch to eevryone. Since my parents died. I haven't been the same. Instead of crying over their death I became a cold , heartless , stuck up bitch. And that will never change. *smiles sadly*