It's just time for that biography
Prologue
Have you ever felt the certain urge to do something? I bet you have. I know I have; like a million times. First as an eight-year-young kid when I stood on that stage in my first school play. I just felt that urge to act and do it for the rest of my life. And I went ahead and did it, right? Well, at least up until now; I have no idea what will happen later. Only time will show, but I still have that urge to act and sing and dance and do it for living. So I'm doing it.
Then later, when I saw that note about an audition for the Disney Original Movie High School Musical. I looked at it and thought that sure, it's a Disney movie, but hell, I love Disney. I felt the urge to go to that audition and knock them off their chairs. I did that too, didn't I?
And now; I'm sitting on my bed. I just spent the last three hours cleaning my room. Only God knows how I managed to live in all that mess and dust. Clothes everywhere, despite the fact that I actually do have a walk-in closet. You see, it's hard to keep the clothes inside there.
So now I'm sitting here on my bed and I get that feeling again, that sudden urge. And it tells me that I should really write my very own biography. I can start now and work on it, piece by piece; day by day. I can work on it until my life is near the end and all I want to do is give my fans what they always wanted, my true life-story.
It's no secret that my fans want to know everything about me; from how I grew up 'til all my relationships, unserious and serious. What they are most curious about is my relationship to Zac. I'm a private person. I love my private life. Just because that's exactly what it is; private. Mine, and no-one else. Is it cruel to think that way? No-uh, it isn't. It's my very own decision whether I want to tell everyone everything about my life. If I don't want to tell you how my New Years Eve with Zac was, I won't tell. That's all there is to it.
But I really am serious. I want to write my very own biography. Miley's doing it, right? I mean, she's signed some sort of contract so Disney will write it and she'll tell or something like that. I really don't know. But it's still the same sort of thing. She's 15 years old. I'm 19. I think that if Miley is able to write a biography, so am I; and I am going to do it; with pride. It's gonna be my best work; my life-work.
I grab my laptop that is laying in the bedside table, puts it in front of me, pushing the on-button, veeery eager to start.
And as I'm just about to put my fingers on the keyboard, the door handle moves and a person sticks it's head out behind the door to look inside.
"Vanessa, honey… Oh how nice your room looks now!"
Gosh, how annoying can a mother be? I love her and all, she the best mother I could ever have wished for, but what's up with the fact that parents always chose the worst time to interrupt you, especially with those comment about your room after it's cleaned or about the fact that it was so extremely nice of you to help cleaning up after dinner – for once.
It can really annoy the heck out of you, and as much as you want to accept that that is the way parents are – that it's just in their nature – you get totally pissed at them for showing up at the worst time.
I remember one time when Zac and I had a very romantic moment together, sitting on the floor side by side with out backs leaned to the bed, holding hands and-
"Sweetie, you remember that the Efron's are coming over for dinner tonight, right?"
How can I not remember that? Their oldest son is my boyfriend of almost 3 years and they're coming over for dinner. The weekly dinner.
"Yes Mom, I remember. Anything else?"
She says no and excuses herself as he leaves my room. At least she knows when not to say anything more. I've always wondered if they really are, not stupid, but aware of how silly they actually sound when they ask those stupid questions and shoot their annoying comments at us, or if they really don't know that they sound so… so… so brainless.
So… where was I? Oh right, the "Zanessa" moment in my room. Well, it was at an early stage in our relationship and we were still completely un-known to the world around us. At least in the way that we weren't constantly followed by the bloody paparazzi. I soon found out that I loved him and I knew at this point, but I still hadn't said anything. I think-
"Nessa?" What now?
"What is it Stella?"
I'm so annoyed and Stella knows. It's a younger sisters job to be a constant pain in the ass, I know, but the worst part about sisters is that they really are aware that they are what they are. There's not a question as it is when it comes to parents; it's a fact.
"Have you seen my new tennis ball?" A tennis ball??
"Stella, have you ever seen me play with a tennis ball for the last few years?" I shoot annoyed back at her.
"No, but still, you might know. With Shadow liking them and all." Stella isn't afraid of me. I'm a nice big sister after all. And she definitely isn't afraid of shooting comments back at me with the same tone as I threw towards her.
"Stella, just tell me, how often have you heard me walking around the house asking for things that somehow disappeared, only to find them months later in some secret spot of Shadow's?"
"Fine, I get the point." Now she's annoyed with me, but whatever. I really don't care right now. I know it'll pass as soon as she gets into her own room and I don't feel bad about acting the way I did. It's just normal sister love. She annoys me and I annoy her. That's life.
Now I'm way off topic. I was gonna tell you about that moment I had with Zac, but I don't feel like telling that story anymore. Don't blame me, blame my annoying family.
I think it's time to start on my biography. It's going to be great; no, not great, awesome!
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The life of Vanessa Anne Hudgens (working title)
Prologue
Hey people!
I know you know that I'm Vanessa Hudgens! Duh! Title of the book and picture on the cover and the fact that I don't think you'd buy a book you have no clue what is about or who wrote it.
I want to take you through my life in the way that I see it myself. Life as a celebrity is, truth to be told, usually awesome. Except when the paparazzi try to ruin your life. I'm not saying that they purposely want to destroy anything good for me, but it seems like it's indeed very close. So when they make up stories about you on a daily basis and follow you wherever you go – even when you're out to get that one cup of coffee you so desperately need at that exact moment – and shoot questions at you about rumours they shouldn't really believe in the first place. You've heard the story about the time I was getting engaged to Zac and breaking up with him at the same time, right?
I want you to know the real story; how everything really happened. As I'm starting to write, I'm 19 years old. It's 2008 and I'm young, but I've been through a lot; good and bad. I'm thinking that it's easier to write about what happened when I was young now as I remember it clearly, then when I'm 60 years old and my childhood is a wage memory. Some of it at least.
Vanessa
Chapter 1
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Just when I'm done with the prologue and ready to start on the first real chapter a hear the door bell ring downstairs. I quickly close the program and shuts of the computer. I don't want anyone to read it. Not yet – eventually – hopefully.
I walk slowly down the stairs and sees Zac, Dylan and their parents standing in the hall way taking their clothes off.
"Hey baby!" Zac says with a grin and I smile back at him. Gosh, so sexy. It's not a question why the majority of his fans are females.