Confessions of the Fragile Heart

I was moving… again.

It was the second time this year. I need to find a smaller town to hide in. It didn’t start this way though. If I knew any better, I would’ve just stayed with my parents. In fact, I had nothing to do with this.

It started before I was even born. Amy, my mom, was the biggest actress/singer in America, or so that’s what my dad always told me. My dad, Scott, was also an actor. They were the biggest thing since cell phones. They married famously. Everything was going great. For some reason though, they had to bring a baby into their stereotypical Hollywood life. That baby was unfortunately me. I was dragged to all the movie sets, CD signings, concerts, and photo shoots.

I hated every minute of it.

The Amy and Scott Michelson life was theirs; not mine. I didn’t want any part of it anyway. The agreement was that if I kept my grades up and I visited them every summer, I could change my name and move to try and live a normal life. After a summer in the spotlight with my parents, Heather and I moved to the smallest town I could find. It was someplace so small that it wasn’t even on the map. If you blinked you would miss it...

Alera, Ohio.