I had a frown plastered on my face when I stepped off the airplane and looked around for my dad. It wasn't like I wanted to be here, but it was my punishment for doing something so horrible that nothing I could ever do or say would make up for it, so I guess I can't complain.

Let's face it, I'm a screw-up. I'm dumber than a post (and I'm not exaggerating), I can't so anything right, I complain about everything, and I couldn't say a nice thing about any of my family members to save my life (again, not exaggerating).

I sat down at a chait in the airport with my bags all around me. My lazy, annoying, uncaring father could find me himself. But of course, I should have known that he wouldn't come himself.I saw a tall African-American with bodyguard written all over him standing in the middle of the airport, holding up a sign that said "Kaylee". That was me. Yep, I was Kaylee Rocque. The trouble-making misfit was Gustavo Rocque's oldest daughter. But if you ask me, he isn't as amazing as everyone seems to think. Sighing, I dragged all my luggage over to the bodyguard.

"Are you Kaylee?" he asked and I nodded.

"And you are?"

"Freight Train. I'm the bodyguard for your dad's new singing group."

"And he sent you to pick me up?" I asked, a little disappointed.

"Don't be like that. Your dad is a very busy man. I'm sure he would be here ifhe could."

"Yeah, right. Whatever. Where's the limo?"

"Out front. I'll tale your luggage." Freight Train out my suitcases into the limousine and I got in the back. Freight Train got in next to me (which, believe me, was beyond creepy) and the limo started to move , but not down any of the roads to any of my dad's 5 houses. My siblings and I used to come to Hollywood every summer until I was 11 (Samantha was 8, Max was 1, and Michael was 19, so he didn't have to go cuz he was in college).

"Where are we going?" I asked Freight Train.

"To the Palm Woods school and recording studio. Your dad is there, recording some demos with Big Time Rush."

"Big Time Rush?"

"Gustavo's latest boy band."

"Oh." The limo parked outside a huge building and Freight Train led me to a certain room.

My dad and Kelly were listening to four boys (Big Time Rush, Im guessing) singing in a recording studio. And they were hot.

I walked into the recording studio and when I did, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at me.

"Kaylee, is that you?" Gustavo yelled.

"Yeah, last time I checked."

"You got...older."

"Yeah, that tends to happen," I said, sarcastically.

"Oh My God, you're so beautiful!" Kelly cried (she used to babysit me and my sibs [sometimes] when we were younger).

"Um, thanks. You too, Kelly." The boys in the recording studio came running out.

"Who are you?" they all cried in unison.

"This is Kaylee," Gustavo explained. "my daughter."