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I don't know where I am. Its not cold, though it doesn't feel so hot too. Its warm. Its nice. It looks like I'm all alone. No one here. Its quiet. No noise except for the noise of the waves crashing on the shore and the sweet symphoney of the wind. The noises all go together. Its beautiful. I really don't know where I am. But I like it.
*Beep-beep*
Shit. I'm so late. Late, late, late. Margaret's so going to kill me. I qiuckly jump out of bed and grab my clothes from my walk-in closet. Its hard choosing what to wear to look acceptable. The slogan of Disney: perfection. But no one is perfect, they can't be. I finally decide on a designer dress, some heels and a clutch. I run downstairs and find Luella waiting for me. "Good morning , could I get you anything?" "Not now Luella, I'm late." I knew she was just trying to be polite but I couldn't deal with anyone right now. Or forever. Because for people I'm Selena Gomez. The teen superstar. Actress, singer. But for once I would like to be known for who I really am. Selena. Not Selena Gomez. Just Selena.
I open up the door and the sun hurts my eyes. I put on the Dior sunglasses I got last month from a sale. I run over to my car, get in and start driving. I don't bother to turn on the radio. I just drive. Sometimes I think where I would end up if I just drove and drove. Without stopping. Just to clear my mind. Would I end up at the place of my dreams? A place where I could think and find myself. A peacefull paradise without tabloids and paparrazi. Or wind up back in my hectic life?
"Please tell me that there was a tragic accident of an old relative and that's why you weren't at the table read this morning darling." Margaret's voice echoed through my brain. I cringed. I needed some coffee. But she would rather have my grandmother dead than have me late. "Sorry Margaret, my alarm had a little "mess up"..." She looked at me with pitying eyes. I knew what she was thinking. But today of all days, I couldn't care less.
We shot the most of the episode today. I was worn out, tired and grumpy. I couldn't even drive home so I decided to get a taxi. It was like eleven a clock at night and I doubted there would be any taxis around. But I still stood on the sidewalk like an idiot, just waiting. I had hope that a taxi would come for me. Just like I had hope that every new day would be better than the last. Luckily, a taxi did come up. I hailed it and got in. It was dark and the cab looked old. The driver turned around. And right there in front of me was a guy, not much older than I am. He had the most amazing chocolate brown eyes and luscious bouncy curls. His lips looked so smooth. Everything was perfect with him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "Ummm, excuse me? Where would you like to go?" I quickly came out of my trance and tried to play it cool. "Oh yeah, sorry. Could you please drive me too ..." I said, acting like its no big deal even though my heart was beating uncontrolably. He smiled a small smile, turned around and started the engine. I was finally going home.
The drive home was quiet even though I was in a car with a really hot taxi driver. "By the way I'm Selena" I couldn't stop myself. I needed to talk to him. "I know who you are." He said, looking from the mirror. I was shocked but not for long. He must have heard my name on the radio. I decided to ignore it. Tonight I wasn't Selena Gomez. I was just Selena. "You didn't tell me you're name?" I said, making it sound like a question. "Nick. My name is Nick." He smiled that amazing smile he did before. My heart melted. "So Nick, what do you do?" I asked right before I realized how stupid I sounded. He was driving a cab and I asked him what his job was. I mentally slapped myself. He chuckled. "I'm not actually a cab driver." I didint understand."I'm a crazy stalker killer on the loose." I actually thought he was serious for a second. But then he started to laugh again. "Kidding." I was relived. "Oh thank god. You had me going right there!" We both started to laugh. He was nice. "Right , here we are. The Gomez mansion." I grimaced at the way he said "Ms" and "mansion". I didint want him to think that way of me. I wanted him to see the real me. But me being me, I decided to ignore it. "Here" I said handing him some money. He looked at the money, then my face. "Don't worry about it.". I was shocked. "You just drove my right around town at eleven o clock at night and you won't even take the money?" He looked at me. I felt myself get closer to him. "When I said I wasn't actually a cab driver, I wasn't kidding. I'm just covering for a friend for the night." He looked straight into my eyes. Our brown eyes met. "Well... It was nice meeting you Nick. Goodnight." I nodded to him and turned around. I started walking home. "Selena wait." I turned around to see him walking towards to me. Before I knew it, he crashed his lips onto mine. It felt like I was flying. I never felt like this before. It didn't feel like the kisses I had before. This was different. It was nice. We parted and we were both heavily breathing. "What was that for?" I asked. "I needed to see if you felt what I felt tonight". I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Give me you're phone." I needed to give him my number. I quickly added myself on his cellphone and gave it back to him. "Ill call you." He said and smiled at me."I sure hope so." I smiled back. I turned around and started walking towards my house.
I sigh as I head up the stairs to my room. I open the heavy white door to find my usual room, neat and tidy. Its huge and white. I look over to the mirror. I stop right there, just staring at the full sized mirror. The reflection is not what I expected. I had always thought that the mirror would show exactly who you are. But this mirror did the exact opposite. The girl in the mirror wasn't me. This girl was a complete stranger to me, yet I knew everything about her. She had the same hair, wore the same clothes and had the same face and body of me. But it wasn't me. Who was this girl wearing the Dior sunglasses, holding an expensive Fendi clutch while wearing some huge LouButens. This girl looked as someone out of the magazines. She was. She was in all of the magazines. I look at the coffee table standing near the mirror. There was a copy of the new Us Weekly. The girl in the mirror was on the cover. It read "Selena releases a new single today! Is it about her hot new beau? We got the juicy deets inside!". I sigh again, throwing the magazine on the glass coffee table, trying to smash it. This pissed me off. People writing fibs and lies about my life? That crossed the line. I walk over to the window and look outside. I remember the first audition I had. The lives of the rich and famous looked so sparkly to me. It was my biggest dream. That night of my first audition I was looking up at the stars from my little room in our flat in Texas. Now I'm in a mansion looking up at the same sky as years ago. Years ago there wasn't Selena Gomez. There was just Selena.