9. Make sure you are greatful for all his connections, it will come in handy.
10. Make sure he knows your hobbies, because when it comes to school, he might put you in the course he did in high school by accident.
11. Don't get mad at him, he will just get mad back.
The only song on my new phone, One Hundred Sleepless Nights. Only song. It describes Mom and Vic PERFECTLY. I tried to nap before everyone got here, but it didn't work because Abigail needed me. But, when people start showing up, there are a fuck of a lot of them, more than I expected. All of Vic's associated bands; Pierce The Veil (Of Course), Sleeping With Sirens, Black Veil Brides, All Time Low, Blood On The Dance Floor, Falling In Reverse, Boy Talks Trash, and mismatched guests, who aren't from bands but, are associated with the bands. The doorbell has been ringing all fucking night. And my stupid step mother made me go out to buy a normal dress with my stupid cousin, (who honestly I admire to no end, but I am holding a grudge, so just let me hold, will you?) and get my nails done, because Vic is destined to have a Trophy Daughter, (the way I see it at least) and my purpose in life was to be her. So I have this retarded long ass blue sequenced fucking dress, and my nails done, and my hair dyed fucking blonde, my eyes done all "pretty" and my lips are red. I told, not asked, TOLD everyone that I am NOT wearing heels with my dress. I am wearing my bright pink high tops with my blue dress, not fucking heels. UGH!!!!!
"Queen!! I am preoccupied, get the door will you?!" Vic shouts from the kitchen. I open the door and see 4 girls and a boy oblivious that I have answered the door.
"Brett, straighten up, there is a new person here tonight, a girl around your age!" the oldest scolleds. The youngest runs off and the other oldest runs after her.
"Alexis, shut up! I don't care! Just because Andrea and I broke up doesn't mean I need a new girlfriend! Okay?!" Bret shouts.
"Bre, she's right, come on and let your sister help you." A girl about his age says.
"Fuck off Bliss. I don't need any of your help!" He says and turns to the door to knock again, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees me. I don't do anything. Just sit, smile, and look pretty, as I'm sure that is what Vic would want.
"Queen, what is taking you so long?" Vic says, putting a hand on my shoulder. Fake it. Fake it. Fake it. "Oh, I see you've met Bliss, Brett, and Alexis. Uh, girls, Brett, where are Emily and Kenzie? Ash and Madi will kill you of you lost your siblings.
"Yeah, I know, Kenz ran away so Em is going after her."
"Very well, might I add sweetheart, that you and Cops did an amazing job at picking you out an outfit for tonight." Fake it. Fake it. Fake it. Fake it. "This is Brett, he will be in most of your classes at San Fran School of the Talented. I enrolled you in the vocals courses, like Brett has." Fake it. I can't fucking fake it any fucking more!
"Vic, I dance. I do NOT sing. You keep trying to make things better, but you just can't! Just fucking leave me alone! I doing want to be some prized daughter! I am going to change, and I will act the way I want! I said I would be pon my best behaviour, but fuck it! I'm done!!" I scream, and change into shorts and a t-shirt
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Daughter Of A Rock Star Rule Book
FanficQueen Travis is daughter of one of the most famous grunge bands of the century. Whe her mother dies and is forced upon living with the man she has never known, she starts a list of things to know about him. She leaves notes around the house, in band...
