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Chapter One

"She acts like summer and walks like ran, reminds me that there's a time to change"

Drops of Jupiter - Train

-Hayden-

This was happening way to fast. My father pops out of thin air, and he just happens to have enough money to pay for my mother and I's house, all of our bills, and entertainment for over three plus years. The thought of why my mother never asked for child support is somewhere in the back of my mind to be asked later.

If I would have known I would have had to fly on a plane, I wouldn't of packed eight and a half bags to carry with me to my fathers place of residence. Not because I thought I had too many bags, but I never would have wasted over 800 dollars just to have my bags flown to an unknown destination. When they rang up my total, I almost cried right there. My morning was already stressful, with all the goodbyes with the people I didn't want to leave, and the fact that it had been over ten years since I last saw my father, so the money I had-but-didn't-want-to-spend was just adding to my growing dilemma.

It was just now hitting me, that I was leaving the safety and comfort of my friends and family, for a job my absentee father offered me out of the blue. The day I got the call, I argued with the man for five minutes saying that this was a very unfunny joke, that playing my father was cruel and coldhearted. He let me ramble for a little longer until my mother grabbed my phone and confirmed it was my father. I could barely remember him since I was nine the last time I saw the man, so what was I supposed to say? Hi strange wanna go for some tea? No thanks.

We talked for about an hour before it sunk in what he was saying. Apparently him and my mother had gotten in touch and decided it might be good for me to get away for a while, try to figure out what I wanted to be before I jumped right into college. I disagreed for days, until he finally told me what I would be doing. If I remember correctly, all I have to do is be assigned three different electronic devices (all paid for by the company, and all mine after my contract is up) , set up an account on everything social media (ie. Vine, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, PHHHOTO, WeHeartIt, Wattpad, etc.) without giving out my personal information, and basically be the "the artists who shall not be named" social media body guard. I have to read every fan-fiction stories on anything, and get this, I can delete anything that makes the "unknown" look bad or set any false-rumors straight. I can't be informed of who these artists are until after I sign my contract, which is very rude to me since I get butterflies every time I try to imagine who he/she/they are.

My favorite imagination is where it's Justin Timberlake and he falls head-over-hills for me. Yea right. The last boyfriend I had was about two years ago, and he said he didn't like how every boy stared at my lips. Me, I've always felt like I was the ugliest in the room, so knowing that my longest relationship (five months) broke up with me for having big lips kinda hurt. I thought big lips were a plus? It's not like I haven't been asked out since then, because I have. But when some idiot opens his mouth to tell me "You're my first redhead," it becomes a nightmare. My red hair, green eyes, five seven self, just curtly make an excuse and head home.

The flight attendant tells everyone that we're going to be landing soon, so I buckle up in my seat. I have been kept secret about where I'm headed until, again, my contract is signed. I feel like I'm going to walk off this plane and meet the President this is all so secretive. The airplane pilot is talented enough that I don't notice us land, or maybe that's me lost in my thoughts and not paying attention. It's more likely the latter, honestly.

Thirty minutes later, I'm standing outside in an incredible heat, waiting for my dad to emerge from some high class vehicle. On the plane, I had on the Patagonia I got from my mom last Christmas, but just walking into the airport I did the awkward "pull-one-sweatshirt-over-my-head-praying-my-actual-shirt-doesn't-give-everyone-a-show" move before I actually walked outside.