Ever get the feeling that you are being watched in the most silent, lonesome moments? Ever notice how, a lot of bad things happen to one person, but good things on others? Ever realize how the world pays more attention to those with fame than to others?

This is my life, all up here, and today is my first diary entry.

Here goes.

Dear Diary,

Hi, my name is Keela. I am an average girl, with the exception of being related to a very, very famous man, with lots and lots of famous friends. I am now 8 years old. I was born in the family of fame, the saddest thing that ever happened to me. See, my life is like living in a fishbowl; the feeling of freedom to do whatever you want cannot be done by me. There is my brother, Ben, who, let's face it, is a little bit dull, but that may because he has been alive for a few years more than me, facing the fame for a longer time. He feels the same way about all this fame, but he lives with it. I hate it! I seriously cannot take this anymore! It is so annoying, being cooped up all day, with no one but your family and yourself to be entertained, in a massive house that could fit the whole of a small town's population. My bedroom should not be nearly as big as it is. In a normal house, it would be the size of the whole ground floor. I try and take up as less room as possible, to convince my Dad that I don't need such a big bedroom!

Anyway, so my Dad is famous, but I am not allowed to use his name in any situation, without permission. If he gets to many people here, our safety is at risk, so I'm afraid I can't even tell you diary. Sorry about that.

But, seriously, I am fed up of today and it's only just started. My only happy times in my life are when I am asleep, or doing something outdoors. I am one of the types of people who can't stand still for more than ten minutes, like my Dad in a way. See, I love my Dad a lot, in fact, to me, he is the best dad in the world, and I don't know if I could do anything without him. Of course, that may have something to do with the fact that I need his permission to do a lot of things that a normal child does normally. I can't do a lot of things because I may suffer danger from the press, or from outsiders, who would do anything for fame.

That was quoted from my Dad by the way.

Anyways, so, I have a pretty boring life. You would have thought what with all the fame would come glamour, but it's not really me that they are targeting their attention at; it is my Dad and his ex-wife, Jolisse.

God, I hated her. She was so mean to Ben and me. But our Dad, never saw anything happen that involved conflict between us. She'd call me stupid and tiny, and I'd call her dumb blonde and fake boobs.

No one in the history of this earth would have boobs as big as hers. They could have knocked me out if she turned round quick enough with me standing next to her.

But the one time my Daddy saw what she said to us, he got a divorce straight away. Ben and I were so happy!

So, today, I have been doing nothing but writing in this diary so far. It is only eleven am after all, so I have the rest of the day to be bored with. Woohoo. Can't wait.

Ok, I'll write to you tomorrow then.

Bye then.

Well, that was a good way to get rid of some boredom! I will write it tomorrow for sure! And, it took up time, trying to figure out the best ways to say things. That was fun!

I think I will ask my Dad if Eliza can come around to have a sleepover.

So that is my life pretty much. Boring, boring, boring! Ben and I are very seldom heard of being allowed out of home, without our dad, or his top bodyguard, Chris.

Even though Ben is now eighteen and can take care of himself and me. I think one day, in the future, I will snap and run away. I get sick of this life, I want a break from all the cameras flashing through our dining room window when we are eating never getting a chance to escape from the world of paparazzi. The press always find a way to get into our garden and stand next to windows, trying to get pictures. I think we need some more bodyguards if you ask me.