So everyone thinks I should be just like my mum, Cat. Seriously, I'm tired of it. I run my fingers through my straight black hair in frustration and fix my mascara on thicker. I then put on a thicker layer of black eyeshadow. I storm out of the house and slam the door, not bothering to say anything to mum, I mean she isn't even like me. And yet I'm always compared to her. I'm so sick of it! I run to Hollywood Arts.

I go into 's class and sit down a few minutes after the bell. I hear whispers around me. I really don't care. "Allie?", the teacher asks. "What?", I snap and roll my eyes. "Why are you late?! Cat was never late!", the teacher crosses his arms. "MAYBE I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE MY MUM!", I scream at him and run out of the classroom.