What happens when fame and fortune become too much to bear?
When the press and paparazzi constantly follow and deny you your right to privacy?
Skylar Halliday, Hollywood's Superstar Singer. Already at the age of sixteen, she owns a house in Beverly...
☆Summerstein Highschool up above.(Ignore any Typos or Weird mistakes.Enjoy!)☆
{~~~~~~} Skylar POV {~~~~~~}
*Beep*Beep*Beep*
My alarm screeches beside me. I roll over to look at the time... 5:45 a.m. "Ughhh...and so it begins" I mumble to myself as I sit up lazily from my bed. The first day of school. Well, for me anyways since I'm starting mid-year.
Even though school doesn't start until 8 a.m. I need time to get ready. I slip on my bunny slippers and make my way to my bathroom. I run the water to the shower, in an attempt to warm it up.
After thirty long minutes of shampooing, conditioning and lathering, I hop out of the shower feeling refreshed. I toss on a Scarlett red robe, after drying off and brushing my hair. Onto the worst and most boring part of my routine, blowdrying my hair. I take about forty five minutes to completely dry all my hair.
Still in my robe, I search my newly organized and stocked closet with all my clothes back from California to find an outfit. I wasn't able to fit all my clothes in my closet leaving a full suitcase in the corner of my room. After rummaging through my mass of clothes, I finally put together a cute outfit that is sure to keep me warm. Hopefully. {~~~~~~}
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"Mom? Where is my school bag? I can't find it!" I shout in panic as I realize it's missing. "You left it in the living room! Remember when you were organizing it?!" She shouts from downstairs. "Quiet! I'm trying to finish grading the last of my students test before work!" Dad shouts from his office. He's an 8th grade middle school teacher.
I sprint downstairs not wanting to be late. I still had about an hour before school starts but May had the idea we should all pick eachother up at their houses and go for coffee and donuts before school.
"Thanks Mom! Wish me luck!" I say as I press a kiss to her cheek. "You don't need luck Skylar! You'll be fine! I love you!" She says as she wraps me into a tight hug. "Okay Mom, you're gonna kill me!" I warn, as her hug becomes too tight.
"Bye Dad! Love you!" I yell as I open the front door and step out into the cold morning air. As I walk down my pathway, I notice little dewdrops on the grass and rose bushes.
*Ding*Ding*Ding*
I ring Logan's doorbell. He answers immediately. "Hey there, you look good" he says with a smirk. "Who you trying to impress?" He adds with a teasing smile. I roll my eyes and slap his chest lightly. He chuckles a deep raspy laugh.
"Let's go stupid. Don't wanna be late." I say grabbing his hand and dragging him out of his house. I look at his outfit. He is wearing a red and white varsity jacket. No doubt he got from the football team. Classic blue jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair is swept to the side, beautifully and almost effortless looking. {~~~~~~}
