My Life as a Celebrity

Summary:

People think that being rich and famous would be so much fun, and such a great experience. But once you're put under the spotlight, while everyone in the world watches your every move, and you feel as if you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, being famous isn't always what it's cracked up to be. It's actually a pretty miserable life. Never knowing if people like you for you or your fame. Always worrying about your appearance, and keeping up a good reputation, putting up with the paparazzi, and dealing with the criticism. So, fame doesn't seem like much fun does it?

Summer Gallagher feels that way. Being the world's biggest country/pop singer, she has a lot of pressure to keep up her image. But when her mom tells her she has to attend Charnagy High, she's forced to move from LA to Nashville, Tennessee. Of course, being a famous singer, moving to a new town, can never go unnoticed.

Dealing with school work, award shows, paparazzi, envious classmates, and cute boys, Summer's life just got a whole lot tougher.

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The excited teenagers and curious bystanders gathered in the parking lot of the school as the black SUV pulled up. A man in a suit stepped out and walked around to the back seat and opened the door revealing Summer Gallagher. Excited squeals left the mouths of people standing around, and people rushed to the singer. The man in the suit tried to calm the crowd while another man escorted Summer inside the school, and the crowd followed.

It seemed that the only student that wasn't excited about Summer attending Charnagy High, was none other than Kyle O'Connor. It wasn't that he didn't like Summer-because he did.- it was that he wasn't excited about the attention being taken away from him. He was the golden boy at CH and everyone loved him. But not anymore, now that there is a celebrity attending. He leaned against the brick wall and watched as Summer dismissed her bodyguards and entered the school, passing Kyle without even a glance.

Kyle pushed himself off the wall and followed her in. They both walked down the hall, a good distance apart, without a word being exchanged. Summer was the first one to break the silence as she turned around to face Kyle.

"Can I help you with something?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

Kyle simply shook his head and continued walking to his locker. Summer began her walk to the office once again and ignored the excited people standing around the halls. Summer wondered who Kyle was. She had to admit he was extremely good looking. His dirty blond hair, fell over his forehead, hanging in his brown eyes just slightly. His tan was perfectly tanned, and his tight, white t-shirt showed of his toned muscles just enough. His white sneakers squeaked on the tile floor.

Summer, didn't appear to be rich nor famous, only wearing a simple pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white sweater and red oxfords, her blond hair in a braid falling over her shoulder. She was more of the modest type and didn't exactly like the type of girls who showed off more than they should and had little self-respect. They weren't the type of girls she wanted to be associated with.

Summer wasn't exactly positive where she was, and didn't know where to go. She walked around in a circle for about ten minutes, still searching for her first period- French. That was, until Kyle came to her rescue.

"Lost?" he smiled a little.

Summer nodded in response and Kyle took her timetable from her glancing over it once before handing it back.

"I have French first period, too. I'll show you the way," he nodded his head to the same direction she'd been walking for almost ten minutes.

"Thanks," she said quietly, following behind him. On the way to their class, Summer was stopped at least seventeen times by students asking for an autograph or a picture, even though the principal had said not to. Of course, she obliged.

They reached their class just before the first bell wailed out. Kyle made his way to the back of class, while Summer stood silently by the teacher's desk.

"Summer, you can sit here," a guy with shaggy brown hair called out, and then everyone began urging her to take the seat next to them, some even trying to get their neighbors to move, to make room for her. Summer ignored the begging and pleading and sat down next to a girl with blond hair, although didn't say anything to her. Ignoring, the annoyed looks and whispered requests for an autograph, she focused all her attention on the teacher.