Otherwise Known as Princesstard {Shaytards}

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Yes, you probably know me. The sassy and adorable little girl from the Shaytards on YouTube.

Well, that was years ago, and I'm eighteen now. So yes, Gavin's almost twenty, Emmi's sixteen, Brock's fourteen, and little Daxton is now almost ten.

Time flew, and I'm back in Los Angles, going to college here, while trying to make my dream of becoming an actress or a singer happen. Gavin stayed in Idaho to settle down and maybe even start a family with his fiance, Alice. She ended up moving to Idaho a few years back, and they reconnected. Emmi's in High School, and as far as I know, she has a boyfriend named Braiden, and they're still going strong. She said she plans on coming back here once she graduates, and told me she's going to invade my apartment. Brock's in eighth grade, and from what Mom and Dad say, he's a chick magnet. Daxton's in fourth grade, and still the adorable little blue eyed little boy he was nine years ago. Mom and Dad still run the Shaytards channel and still own parts of Maker, which makes me proud.

Right now, I have a YouTube channel, too, and like I planned when I was eight, it's called Princesstard. Very unoriginal, yes, but to a thirteen year old, it was awesome. I vlog about a lot of things actually, pretty much my daily life.

And I, being not so lucky, have not reconnected with my childhood crush, Cesar, unlike Gavin. That being said, I have yet to be in a relationship. I mean, I had the typical high school boyfriends, but they never lasted. And with my dreams I want to achieve, a relationship probably isn't the best idea now.

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It was Friday afternoon, and Emmi and Daxton were coming to visit in the morning. Gavin was busy planning his wedding with Alice, and Brock had a huge football game. Somehow, Emmi convinced Mom and Dad to let a sixteen and nine year old go on a plane trip alone to Los Angeles.

I cleaned my apartment from head to toe, and needed to go to the store desperately. From experience, those two ate a lot, and Emmi requested I buy watermelon. The frenzy still lives.

I did a last minute check in the mirror before grabbing my keys and exiting my apartment. My apartment was on the fifth floor which was nice, because I got to sit on the balcony and look out on the skyline, but very annoying when it came to carrying up groceries, and the elevator only helped so much.

On my way down to the lobby, I stopped by my cousin Brailee's apartment. Yes, she moved back here too, and it was nice to always have someone you know around to talk to. She lived on the second floor, so it was convenient when I was going down anyway.

I walked down the narrow hall to her door, careful to be quiet since it was almost seven in the evening, and there were two small children who lived next door to her that were usually sleeping. I knocked softly, smiling when I saw my cousin open the door with a smile returned to me.

"Hey Brai," I said, "I'm going to the store. Wanna come?"

Brailee nodded. "Sure, I'll meet you in the lobby."

I nodded and tuned the other direction, walking down the hall to the elevator. I pressed the button for the lobby, watching silently as the doors closed. When the doors opened again, I walked out into the lobby, taking a seat on one of the plush couches near the flatscreen mounted to the wall. I grabbed a magazine from the table and flipped through it carelessly, stopping to look at a picture every so often.

I was looking at an article of some fashion tips when Brailee tapped my shoulder. "I'm ready." She said, adjusting her purse strap on her arm.

"Okay." I smiled. "Off to walmart!" I did what was known as my Aunt Carlie's walk out of the apartment complex lobby, strange looks from strangers coming my way. Brailee laughed and shook her head, following me to my car.