I am so sorry for failing you guys yesterday. My sister took my laptop, and I couldn't type on an iPod. So, I am going to update tomorrow too, to compensate for my lenience. P.S., I don't own House of Anubis, Selena Gomez, or Justin Bieber. If I owned the last person, I would've demanded a return to Canada. (Sorry, beliebers.)

Nina

I took a look in the mirror. I looked like a slut. I turned to Amber, my best friend. We were just recently reunited after I left to become famous. "Amber," I said, "Why am I dressed like Joy when she was trying to get Fabian back?" Amber shrugged. "You're famous, and pretty," she said. "Show it off while you still can."

I sighed. We were going to town in fifteen minutes, and I was dressed in such tight, short shorts that it was almost like I was wearing a pair of underwear. I also had on a black tube top, with the words 'I'm in love but sometimes I forget it' printed on it in silver cursive letters. Amber had also stuck my feet into peep toe silver stilettos that were so high, if you gave me a torch and a book I'd be a statue of liberty lookalike, height and all.

"Knock, knock," my boyfriend, Fabian, said. We had until recently been not speaking to each other, since I had been mad since he 'cheated' on me. It turned out the girl who he cheated on me with, Joy, had sent a fake text message from me while I cared for my sick grandmother, saying that I never wanted to speak to him again. Before we could talk things out, or before I let us talk things out, I left to be famous. (But you already know that.)

He stepped into my and Amber's room, smiling until his gaze reached me. Then, his jaw dropped to the floor. "That bad?" I asked, giving myself another look in the mirror. My lips were bright red, courtesy of the lipstick Amber had slathered on me. I had on hot pink blush, black eye shadow, and false eyelashes. Amber had also straightened my hair and it freefell down my back.

"Amber, get over here," I growled. Amber trotted over, and smiled when she saw me. "I look like a tart!" I exclaimed. "It's what Kim Kardashian wears," Amber said, flipping her hair. "But I DON'T want to be on the news for becoming a streetwalker! Amber, little kids listen to my album," I explained. "Nina, you need to look like a rebellious teen once in a while. A sixteen year old superstar does not go out without any makeup on!" Amber responded. I sighed, and whirled around, trying to dab the makeup off my face. I saw Fabian in the mirror, staring at my butt. "FABIAN!"I barked.

He was about to respond, when Eddie walked by, eating a hoagie. He backtracked, and stared at me. "What?" I groaned, exasperated. He just laughed and walked off, but not before taking a picture with his phone.

"Amber, get this thing," I pointed to my face, "Off of me." I heard Mick's voice downstairs, yelling, "Guys, do you want to go or not?" "Coming!" Amber hollered back, and turned to me. "I'm sorry, Nina, but are you coming or not?" I shook my head no, and Amber sighed. "C'mon, it's not so bad," she argued. "Amber, it's still me, Nina from Florida! Not Nina, the famous girl who dresses like a streetwalker," I said. "I guess you're right, but it's so cool having a celeb as a friend!" Amber said. "Just don't get carried away, 'kay?" I asked, hugging her. She nodded, and pulled away. "I'll bring back a snow globe," She promised. I smiled. I had an obsession with snow globes, and I got one every time I went out. (Which was becoming less frequent, considering I got myself on the hit list for paparazzi.)

I shooed Amber out of the door, and a still dumbstruck Fabian. I kissed Fabian on the cheek, hugged Amber one last time, and closed the door behind me, sighing contentedly at the thought of having at least two more hours all to myself.

It took me an hour to completely wipe my face clean. Apparently Amber had also put on lip gloss, thick eyeliner, foundation, and cover-up. She did do a good job of making me a streetwalker, though.

After that, I changed into loose fit jeans and a Chicago Red Sox t-shirt, and I turned on my iPod and started listening to Adele while I surfed the internet. I finished an article on Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber's relationship, and I checked out the links below, when I saw something that almost stopped my heart. On the bottom, it said, 'Nina Martin pregnant with mystery boy's baby?'

Ooh, a cliffhanger. Well, a bad cliffhanger. I'll update Monday, so don't virtually throw a tomato at me!

~ChocoAwesomeness~