The highly anticipated sequel to Just The Girl : An Adison Story is here!! Again, I'm really happy that you guys liked JTG so much. I hope this one is just as exciting for you. I'm having fun creating it.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

"Baby, it all comes back to haunt you, in the end. Baby, it hurts the most, when you don't have a friend. Now you don't know who you can trust, and now you're stuck, on the wrong side of the fence. Baby, it all comes back to haunt you, in the end." ~In The End (Nick Jonas)

Chapter 1

Everybody has a catch phrase that their teachers use. For some, it's "here's your homework." Others, it's "settle down, please." For me, it's "I'm calling your parents." That's what they always say. And then I always answer, "my mom. I don't have a dad."

That's right. My name is Adison. Adison Eva Iraheta Lambert.

My father died, and I was there.

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I'm 15 years old. I have red hair, but the natural auburn kind, not the fake cherry red like my mom does. I've got your average freckled face, and brown eyes. The brown eyes come from my mom. Everything else, she says, is all my dad.

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My parents have a story, too. My mother is Allison Iraheta, who is 33 years old. She's a singer, and a good one, I have to admit. The world loves her. But she stays here at home in Los Angeles to be with me.

My dad was Adam Lambert. He would have been 43 years old. He was a singer, too. And the world loved him as well. And so did I.

My father died, and I was there.

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Everybody has a first childhood memory. For some, it's the first family vacation. Others, it's the first day of preschool. Most are happy first memories, I bet.

Mine wasn't.

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I was a year and a half. That's young for a first memory, I know. But I was there. And I remember it like it was yesterday.

My mother, 18 at the time, pacing back and forth in our house, while I sat in my bed. It was really late at night. But even as a toddler, I couldn't sleep. Like I knew what was coming.

My mother worriedly talking to her friend Megan, who was staying with us.

My mother getting a phone call, and her face going almost ghost white.

"Adam was in an accident," she told Megan. They grabbed me, and we were out the door.

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I was at the hospital. It smelled of disinfectant, and had white walls. That's what I remember.

A nurse coming and saying that my father didn't make it.

My mother crying, Megan crying, and me not understanding.

My mother explaining to me that my dad was gone forever. And then it clicked.

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The rest is all a blur for me. My mom and I saying goodbye to him. The funeral. The crying, the sorrow, the apologies for our loss.

My mother took it especially hard. He was her fiancé at the time. Megan stayed with us for so long, I thought she was family.

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My first childhood memory happened in early December. Things weren't anywhere near normal again until March. Then my mom seemed to brighten up again. Everyday wasn't a struggle for her. But it still was for me, and only grew worse as I got older.

And it hasn't left.

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The grief of such trauma at such a young age still haunted me after all these years. My mother knew it still bothered me. But there was nothing we could do anymore. We'd been through numerous counselors, tried many techniques. None of her attempts worked.

I was a rebel. I didn't do well at school. I had no friends. I was never really, truly happy. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

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I never thought of suicide, though. As unhappy as I was, I couldn't bear to leave this earth. My dad would have wanted me to live. So I do.