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"Lexi Iraheta, the daughter of the mega-rocker Allison Iraheta, is at it again. The not-so-sweet sixteen year old was spotted last night leaving a Hollywood hotspot really drunk and has reportedly punched a paparazzi in the face as he tried to take a photograph of her. Looks like she won't be leaving the headlines any time sooner." The television said as my mom watched, open-mouthed. She turned it off and turned to me with her 'I'm-so-disappointed-with-you' glare.

"Look, mom, it's not as bad as it looks!" I tried desperately to convince her.

"I beg to differ, Lexi. This is the most irresponsible thing you've done yet. You can't imagine how disappointed and shocked I am that my only daughter would do this kind of stupid act. How do you expect people to react when they see the news, huh? I just wish that for once, you'd stop thinking that everything is about you and start seeing that I've got my reputation to protect!" My mom, the red haired lady sitting across me, lectured.

I stood up from the couch and retorted, "C'mon mom! You're telling me to stop being self-centered but all you could think about is your public image?! It was just one night! And I didn't kill anyone. Stop making this such big of a deal!"

My mom was about to reply but her agent, who was standing beside her, said, "But it is a huge deal! People will talk negatively about your mother and this would damage her album sales. Just keep in mind that your mother is not just an average woman. She's Allison Iraheta, for crying out loud! And no daughter of hers would just go walking around Hollywood drunk and randomly punching anyone." Mr. Galloway reprimanded. I just rolled my eyes. Who does this guy thinks he is?! He's mom's agent, not mine. He can't just boss me around like he's my father.

Mom sighed and spoke softly, "Lexi, look. I know it's rough for you to grow up this way but that's what fame is about. It has a price. All I'm asking from you is to adjust and just lay low on the wild parties and drinks for awhile."

"I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask for cameras for to follow me everywhere I go. I didn't ask for televisions showing my face everyday! I just want to live a normal life where being drunk is not a news to be spread all over the newspapers. But no! You have to be the world-famous Allison Iraheta. Sometimes I wish I live with a parent who actually knows who her daughter really is." At that, I stormed out of the living room and to the massive staircase leading to my room. Even without me looking back, I could still sense that mom and her agent are staring at me disapprovingly.

I slammed my door behind me and immediately took out my cellphone. I searched through my contacts on who to vent out all my angst but found no one. It's either they wouldn't take me seriously or won't understand what I'm telling them. Feeling hopeless, I threw my phone across the room and plopped on my bed.

I just wished my dad is here. Even if I don't know who he is, I know he would be better as a parent than my mom. When I was born, everyone made a huge buzz about it. Maybe it's because my mom is only 17 when I was born. Even then she's already a star. She joined this American Idol show and that's when she skyrocketed to fame. But strangely, she kept changing the subject whenever I asked her about it. Anyway, when she was pregnant, everyone kept pestering her on who got her pregnant. But she never told anyone, even me. She said that it doesn't matter anymore.

But it does matter to me! What kind of daughter wouldn't want to know who her father is? I remember when I was in preschool, when everyone in school was picked up by their dads and I would wait for hours for one of mom's bodyguards to remember to take me home. I recall that I would cry at the sight of children walking in the parks with their fathers holding their hands and buying them ice cream. Those simple things are what I've been asking for my whole life. A dad who's always there when I need them. Not a mom who's always in stupid press conferences.

I started tearing up at the thought of these. But a tiny part of me is angry at whoever my father is. Why didn't he look for me? Did he even know that he has a child? Sometimes I'd see mom crying, holding a pendant. It has this Egyptian ornament of an eye. I searched it up in the Internet and found out that it's called the Eye of Horus. But I know there's more to it that is special to her. The sight of her crying made me resent my dad a little. I could just imagine how confused my mom was when she found out she's pregnant. And she was alone, without my dad to support her. How could he?

I was crying now, though I don't really know why. And after a few minutes I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I snoozed but I know I was woken up by one of our maids. She said that my mom called for me. I privately cursed. I'm sure I would receive more scolding from mom and Mr. Galloway.

As soon as I'm downstairs, I saw my mom looking down, her eyes a bit puffy. Has she been crying? I forgot my anguish for a few minutes as I saw this.

"Please Alexandra, sit down." Mr. Galloway offered, his voice as emotionless as it always has been. I obeyed, though the fact that he called me by my real name annoyed me a bit.

After I positioned myself to my seat, he continued, "Your mom and I had a little a talk about your recent misbehavior and decided on a just punishment for it. Though our decision is not what I would approve." He turned to mom and gave her a meaningful look.

"What, you're going to confiscate my phone? Ground me for a week?" I stated bleakly.

Mr. Galloway was about to say more, but it is mom's turn to interrupt him. "Charles, would you just leave me and my daughter alone for a while?"

Her agent reluctantly complied.

"How long will I be grounded?" I asked.

" I'm afraid, Lexi, that your punishment is much heavier than that. Remember what you said earlier, when you wished you're with a parent who is more attending to you than I am?" Her voice is somber that I didn't know what to say next.

So all I did is nod.

I took my mom a while before she could continue. "Well, I decided that you should experience the life without all the highs and lows of having a famous mother. And to do this, I'm ordering you to leave, temporarily, Beverly Hills."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is my mom kicking me out? "But… but where will I live?"

Her voice cracked as she spoke, "You're going to spend your summer vacation with your father."

"WHAT?!" I was on my feet as I shouted incredulously.

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