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"Yes." I said

That one word brought so much happiness to my life. It was the life people always wanted and dreamed about. The that I said for my first record deal, movie, clothing line and model job. Everyone wanted to be me. Everyone thought it would be great to be me. I was the most famous person in America, besides him. But for the first time in my life, yes, wasn't the best word I could have said. This time the word yes, was my least favorite word of all time.

As I walked out of my manager Abigail's office, I felt miserable. If things couldn't get any worse, the heel of my latest pair of Jimmy Choos broke.

"Great, this is just great, Bex. I've agreed to work with Zach Goode and now this." I said, stumbling. Bex caught me.

"It's alright, darling, we'll talk about it as soon as the paparazzi stop blinding us, with their ridiculously expensive cameras." She said.

We walked out the doors, and sure enough, the flashing of bright lights hit us. One of the guards directed a clear path to our limo. As soon as we were speeding home, Bex brought up the job.

"I just have to know why you hate Zach Goode so much." She prompted.

I really didn't want to tell her. It was embarrassing to talk about and it wasn't my secret to tell. I, myself wasn't supposed to know what I knew, but it was enough for me to want to stay away from Zach Goode as much as possible. So I decided to keep it to myself and lie to Bex. She would never let it go, until I told her something. A lesson to be learned: Do not get into a vehicle with Bex Baxter if the ride is over ten minutes long."

"He's made out to be perfect and treats his fans poorly. I don't like anyone in this business that can't be even a little humble." I said.

Bex looked at me like I had some sort of a disease. She evidently thought my opinions were absurd. "He's the hottest guy in America, and he is exactly your age. You're going to ignore all that because he doesn't like his fans? Cammie darling, nearly all of us celebrities are like that. You're one of those rarities."

It was one of those things she just didn't understand. Though, I didn't like Zach for very different reasons than those I had just stated, I also thought fans were very important. Without their support I wouldn't have a job. Most of my colleagues didn't understand that. And Bex was just like any other celebrity. Beautiful yet brainless. However, as brainless as Bex could be, she was still a loyal and good friend. If you weren't her friend, you would probably have to fear for your life. Bex could get nasty, like Mean Girls nasty. Especially if you made a move on Grant.

Luckily Bex changed the subject to how there were rumors that Grant was cheating on her with Tina Walters, and how she would love to attack Tina with a package of beef. A while later, the limo pulled up to the mansion of a home my family lived in. It was too large of a home for my mom, dad and me, but they were pretty rich on their own. My parents were famous movie producers. They made all the blockbusters. Bex and I exited the vehicle and walked up the stone path to the front door. Digging through my purse for the key, I hadn't realized the door had already opened.

Macey, the "maid" had opened it. Macey was eighteen like me, but she worked for us to make money as she went to college. She was good at her job and good company for me. With my parents gone most of the time, it could get pretty lonely. Another great thing was that I could tell Macey things that she couldn't tell Bex or Liz. Liz was a model while Bex was a singer. It was also a well known fact that we were all friends, and interviewers had tendencies to ask about my personal life. Unfortunately Bex and Liz were usually clueless and were happy to give out details.

"Did you get the job?" She whispered as she hugged me.

"Yep. That means you might be seeing Zach Goode soon." I whispered back.

Macey squealed. She didn't have one of those creepy obsessive crushes on Zach but she did fangirl over him. Her boyfriend, Preston didn't approve of that.

I walked into the foyer and was greeted by a group of people that I didn't know.

"Cameron darling, go up to your room. Your father and I are going out to negotiate the terms of our new film with these people." My mother, Rachel said.

So my parents were just leaving whenever I arrived. It was so typical of them. My dad came into the area and smiled big at my. He was the only one that showed affection.

"Hey Cam, we'll be back soon!" He said kissing me on the cheek. I hugged him hard and wished him and his colleagues well as they left. Bex had to leave as well so I said bye to her too.

When everyone had left, it was just Macey and I, sprawled on my bedroom floor watching a movie. I didn't really want to watch the one she put on, pretty much because I was starring in it.

"Hey Mace, how hard is college?" I asked her.

She looked surprised and startled at my question. "It's as hard as it is being a celebrity I guess. You just have to work hard, and learn. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe I could just give all this up. Do what normal people do. I did get straight A's while being home schooled. I could do it, but I don't think mother and father would want me to." I said.

Macey propped herself onto her elbow, her icy blue eyes peering up at me. "You know, just because you're a celebrity, Cammie, doesn't mean you're just another pretty face. If you want to give up fame and fortune for intelligence, you should be able to."

I sighed. Macey was normal, but she could have passed for one of my A-list friends. She had long straight black hair, skinny but curvy frame, and blue eyes. Having her fair share of boys running after her, at her college was another indicating factor. Macey was just as beautiful as I was. But she didn't understand. I was at the peak of my career. What would happen to the entertainment industry if I left it now? Most likely in ruins.

My cell rang. I groaned and answered it. "Hello?"

"Cameron Morgan, you have caused me great personal grief. I'm going to kill you, painfully, slowly and with pleasure. You have two weeks to live. Enjoy it while you can." A voice said. He was a man with an Australian accent.

"Who are you?" I asked, keeping my voice calm. I got death threats frequently, but this one seemed more serious than the others.

"Someone who wants you dead, you little bi-" He said. I hung up before he finished. I didn't need to hear it. I was safe and fine. My security team would protect me as they always have and everything would be fine. I was always fine.

"Who was that?" Macey asked concerned.

I didn't want to worry her, so I lied. "Some fan that found out my phone number. I'll get it changed soon."

She nodded and looked at the time. "God! I got to work on some homework. Do you mind if I leave you for a couple of hours?"

I shook my head. "I'm just gonna go to sleep. It's been a long day."

Macey took the movie out of the DVD player and turned off the lights for me. I climbed into my expensive King sized bed, wishing nobody wanted me dead. I was the people's entertainment. I should be putting smiles on people's faces not giving them bloodlust. What did I ever do to them? Why did they hate me so much when they didn't even know me? After I while I drifted off to sleep.

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