"For the world, you are someone, but for me, you are the world."
Isn't it just peculiar how your family for example, makes you go with your "mom," even though she never really wanted you in the first place? Demi, (well I mean "mom" since grandma likes to aggervate my soul by calling her "mom") is now who I got to live with for the whole fucking summer. I just hate her. But, as usual, grandma says I can't blame her. She was 17 when mom had me. Especially, since she was doing "bad things" as grandma would put it. But, I know what she meant by that. Drugs. Alcohol. Cutting. Purging. But, she ended up going to rehab. When she came back, she has been teen's "inspiration." They love my mom. My mom loves her Lovatics (that's what they're called, which in complete honesty is a cool word) back. But, she never loved her own daughter the same way she loved them.
I'm Stella Lovato, and welcome to my nightmare.
"You're being a bitch!"
"Well maybe I like being a bitch!"
"You know what?! As your manager, I'm sending you to camp!"
"You can't do that! I'm a grown woman!"
"I don't care, you're being rude, a bitch and a fucking ass! You're gonna go to this camp for a whole summer to be fucking respectful again. You'll be assign to one child for the whole summer, you're gonna be their very own Camp Counselor, you must do everything they would want to do and you must watch them. They are orphans so you need to be less of a bitch, okay? Also, please be nice to them. You're Demi Lovato for fuck's sake, and you're becoming a bitch. I would also like for you to be how you were, now get your ass in that car and drive to that camp, you hear me or you're fired!"
"Okay! Fine! I'll do this stupid camp thing! But I won't change!"
"Yeah?! Well, let's see about that Lovato!"