Popstar

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"Charlotte!" My mom yelled from the kitchen.

I ran down the stairs in a hurry and walked into the kitchen.

"Mom, it's-" I complained, taking some takis out the drawer.

"Charlie, I know." My mom cut me off, smiling and laughing .

"So, mom. Have you considered my offer about enrolling me in online school?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

"Charls, we've talked about this." My mom said, exiting the kitchen.

"But, mom! We're always travelling and I'm barely in school most days anyways." I moaned, following her to the living room.

"Public school is fun, you get a lot of experiences that online students don't get."

"Like?"

"Homecoming, cheerleading, football games, social events. And most importantly, the prom!"

"It would be cool if I actually was in school to experience them." 

"Charlie," Mom scoffed, "I don't wanna hear another word about this online school rubbish."

I rolled my eyes and walked up to my room, staring out the window to see a family moving in.

There was two kids, a boy and a girl who looked around my age.

Hm, interesting.

While rummaging through my drawers I found a picture of me, my mom and my dad when I was just born. According to my mom, my dad left my mom straight after this picture was taken. I still see him though, quite frequently.

My mom peeped her head into my room and asked.

"Are you forgetting something?" 

"What?"

"We're going to Paris today? Please don't tell me you forgot, we've been on about this all week.

"Mom, that's on Wednesday."

"Honey, it is Wednesday."

I looked at my phone and my eyes widened, looking back at my mom.

"Shit!" 

I rushed into my walk- in closet and began going through cute outfits, throwing anything and everything into my suitcase.

It was about 4am when we arrived in Paris and we immediately went into our hotel to catch up on sleep. Our hotel was beautiful and we had a VIP en suite. 

"Honey I'm going to call my friend, go catch up on some sleep." my mom said, sitting in the living room.

***

It was about 10 am when I woke up and I heard my mom and her dancers blasting music in the kitchen.

I hopped into the shower quickly and afterwards did my makeup.

Due to my boredom, I decided to go for a walk round Paris to get some air and possibly find some pretty views.

While walking through the streets, I bumped into someone and I fell over I felt something hot spill on me and I instantly cursed.

"Oh my god! Charlie Grande!" The person squealed.

"Uh... bonjour?" I greeted, as the person helped me up.

"No no, I speak English too! I am a huge fan of yours!" she said, hugging me.

"Aw, that's cute, do you want a picture or something?" I asked.

"Yes, please!"

I loved meeting fans, but most of them tried to snag free tickets to moms concerts, or become friends with me in an attempt to meet my mom. I hated being connected to my mom regardless of what I do, but its inevitable.