Second Star to the Right

Chapter 9- Being Simon Cowell's Daughter

It turns out my dad has stopped at his girlfriend, Carmen’s house. Yeah, isn’t that nice? (Note the sarcasm)

He called me right after my talk with James and told me that.

He left my graduation party to go to work and then spends the night at his girlfriend’s house. Last I checked, parents are supposed to be there for all important occasions. I understand that he has to work, obviously, he’s famous. But what I don’t understand is why he had to stop by Carmen’s house. Sure, they’re dating, but this was my special day. I feel kind of… betrayed.

I was in the kitchen, making some breakfast. Jordi, James, and the guys of One Direction were all at the dining room table waiting to eat. We kicked out the other people and the only reason I didn’t kick out the guys was because I can’t exactly throw out my dad’s clients.

I was making some pancakes, French toast, and eggs when I heard footsteps coming closer.

Soon, two guys, Louis and Harry, arrived in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” Louis asked.

 “Oh, uh, no thanks.” I said.

“Please, we insist.” Harry pushed.

“Er, ok. Um, can you take the plate of pancakes and French toast?” I asked.

They did as I asked and left the kitchen, me falling behind with the plate of eggs.

We put the plates on the table and everyone started eating.

I just stood at the drink counter and got myself some apple juice.

“Aren’t you hungry, Sammi?” James asked.

“Nah, I think I’ll just go upstairs. Excuse me,” I said, heading up to my room.

I’m just really disappointed with my dad.

I sat on my bed and pulled out my laptop.

I went on Twitter and opened up my dad’s account. Don’t ask me why, because I just needed to do some snooping.

His page was filled with mentions from Carmen.

Of course.

Then, there was a tweet that caught my eye.

My dad tweeted:

Congratulations to @onedirection for their sophomore album. You worked hard, boys!

It was sent this morning.

There were no mentions about me and my accomplishment.

It’s nice to know my dad’s proud of me for graduating. (Sarcasm, again)

I closed my laptop and pushed it aside.

My dad cares more about a stupid band than he does about me. They may have been nice to me last night, but they’re still just fake wannabes. All this ‘nice guy’ stuff is just an act. I hate One Direction. They’re stealing my dad away from me.

I scoffed, but got up to get dressed. I put on a black and white striped shirt, a bright pink pair of pants, some sequined Toms, and lightly applied some makeup. (External link)

I went back downstairs and just ate a yogurt.  

Everyone has shifted into the lounge and was watching Family Guy.

I went in and when I did, James did a double take. Then he looked at Louis, then at me again.

“What’s wrong, James?” I asked, sitting next to him.