New Girl ( co-author is Mia Swig. Check her out.)

Chapter 1: My parents are celebs?!

My name is Cordelia Sophie Winston, Coco for short.I've got honey colored waist length hair, nearly purple eyes, smooth skin with a slight tan, and freckles along my cheekbones. With all this I may be drop dead gorgeous, but I don't fit in with my family. They're African-American and I'm well... white. So yes, I'm adopted. I've known this since I was able to process that we don't have the same last name, theirs is Miller. I don't mind the fact that I'm adopted except that they don't tell me why they adopted a white baby instead of a black baby, and who my birth parents are. Even though they know both. But all that changed 3 days ago when we received a letter from an unknown source. It came in the mail addressed to: The parents of Cordelia Winston. So of course I immediately wanted to know, but it's illegal to open other people's mail.I ran to my parents room and handed them the letter. As they read who it was addressed to, they looked at each other in fear. Tearing it open as slowly as they could made me very impatient. They read the letter and handed it to me saying, "You should read this yourself." It read:

The parents of Cordelia Winston,

We are writing to let you know we'd like to see Cordelia, our birth daughter. (gasp) Daughter? We have been looking for her for many years. She has on older sister, by a year, who is also adopted from Brazil. We were wondering if she could come visit us in California for at least a month. If so, we will enroll her in Beverly Hills High School, as a senior because we heard she was a grade ahead in school. Please let us know at , thank you.

Sincerely,

Nicole and Brad Winston

Nicole and Brad Winston? It wounds familiar, where have I heard it before? I go and google it and now I remember. They are the biggest celebrity couple to ever make it past ten years of marriage. I'm the daughter of celebrities! "Mom, Dad can I go? Please."

They look at each other with sadness in their eyes but turn to me and murmur, "Yes you may. But you can come back anytime you want."

"Oh, you mean it? I can, I can, OH THANK YOU!" I ran across the to my small box I call a room, and I start packing immediately. Not like I have much to pack anyways... then I was interrupted by my 'father', "Cordelia, are you sure you want to? I mean, this fast?" He sounded upset, nonetheless looked it too.

"Well of course I do. I mean it's my real family, sort of. Here, I will write to you guys every week! I will call you everyday- so you won't really miss me as much.. you know I will miss you. But, I want to be with them this month, I need to be with them at some point ya know?" I hurriedly packed up my jeans and t-shirts.

"Alright, I guess you're right. But, you will come back right?" His eyebrows creased in a sad-looking arch.

"Promise." I looked away quickly, because he started giving me the puppy eye.

"Pinkie?" He held out his ginormous pinkie finger.

"Pinkie." I held mine out and hooked it around his and shook it. He nodded and walked out of my boxy room. Oh, I feel so bad leaving them like this. But it's not like I won't come back! I promised him didn't I? But I really want to be with my 'real' family!!! Oh... well I said I would call them and write to them... not like we aren't having any communication. Okay, think positively- I have two families who love me dearly. What's there to hate? And now I'll have a down to earth family and a rich and glamorous. family. I get to experience both sides of life.

I packed all my clothes and possessions in 30 minutes and was ready to go. But I had to wait two days, so that my parents could contact my biological parents to let them know I'm coming to visit. I can't wait but I think I should break up with my boyfriend, Derek. I think I should because I don't think we could handle a long distance relationship, and plus I want to meet some Californian boys, not just Minnesotans. I'll call him right now and tell him to meet me at the park.

Okay, so I'm at the park waiting for him right now. Thank goodness he's here, ugh I'm so nervous. "Hey you asked me to meet you here, Coco," Derek said.

"Yeah I really want to talk to you... about us." He looked at me with questions in his eyes. "So, I'm going to California for an indefinite amount of time and I don't think we can handle it. To get to the point, I really think we ought to go our separate ways, as in break up. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it would have come to this anyway. You love traveling and I don't. We would never have made it. I'll always love you, Coco. You were my first love, but I'll move on." Hesitantly he smiled, leaned slightly toward me, kissed my lightly on the lips, a good-bye kiss. Tears welling up in the corner of my eyes, I wave, and walk back home.