Apart of one of the fast, growing companies in NYC, Demi Lovato leans what it means to be the right hand girl. Relationships will be tested and bonds will be broken. Find out what happens when Demi finds out just exactly who Mr. Jonas truly is.

When Wilmer Valderrama's, principal of an orphanage, wife dies he turns into a cold hearted man that only cares about his little daughter Luna until Demi, a young woman with familiar problems, comes into their lifes and gets closer to Luna who will love and trust this new woman.

A new school year is about to start in Dallas' Saint Prudence Elementary school. It's been a crazy summer for Demi Lovato, who is the teacher for second grade's A class: She has just broken up with his boyfriend, and lost her great work mate, who will be replaced by Wilmer Valderrama, the new teacher for class B. They don't know each other, but their job, and teaching to students of the same grade will make them spend more time together than they thought: Preparing classes, exams, going to school outings ... Will doing a lot of things together make them become friends? Or maybe it'll make them become into something more than that? But, can two teachers of the same school be more than that!? Saint Prudence Elementary school's doors are opened for you if you want to find out! Note: The script of this fanfic may contain curse words. Warning for sensitive people.

After Demi's last tour, she wanted to try teaching. She went to college, got her degree, and she is now teaching her first year of second grade. Most of the kids are great, but one is extra special. Seven year old Avery is just trying to survive the days. After having to do everything just right around her Mom, she goes to school to hide her secrets, only to go back to her abusive home. Will anyone ever find out about her secrets? Will Demi be able to help her? Or will it be too late before anyone could ever see past her smile?

My name is Isabella Lovato-Valderamma. Yeah, it's a mouthful so I usually just go by Izzy... The kids in school have other nicknames for me; Slut, Whore, Fatass, Btich, Emo, Attention-Seeker... it's all true of course. Why would they sugarcoat it? I bleed to feel and I don't eat to be perfect. I can stop anytime i want, and I will... once i'm perfect. You want to know the rest? Read on. I only have one rule... Don't tell mom.