Chapter One: That Sniveling Little Child Star
"Jessica, he's ready for you," a woman in a formal black work suit said, pushing her square-rimmed glasses up her nose. I smiled pleasantly and stood up, smoothing out my skirt.
"Okay, where is he?" I asked, getting my autograph book and camera out of my purse. See, my best friend, Leila, had asked me to get a picture and autograph from Michael Chuckson, the lead singer of the Chuckson 5. Apparently, he was supposed to be the famous one of the group, even though I didn't even know him.
"He's right this way. Go straight down and go to the second door on the right," the lady said, pointing in the direction in front of us.
"Thank you," I replied. I then walked down the hallway, looking carefully for the door. The hall was dimly lit, so I had to make sure I didn't miss the door that I was supposed to go to. When I found it, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a small pause, but then I heard a box close and some footsteps. The next thing I knew, the door was flung open, revealing a small boy with cocoa-colored skin and a black afro. I knew right then and there that it was Michael Chuckson, the supposedly famous child star.
"Who are you and what do you want from my life?" he snapped, showing signs of impatience. I eyed him with great confusion. According to Leila, he looked like a sweet kid who had a cute smile and cute eyes. This wasn't what I expected from him at all.
"I'm Jessica, and I was wondering if I could take a picture and an autograph from you," I said, holding out my autograph book. But instead of taking it and signing it, he slapped his palm down on the book, making it crash to the floor. Before I could bend down and pick it up, Michael started slamming his book on it. There was now a dirty footprint on it.
"Hey, why'd you do that for?" I asked, looking at him with confusion and anger. That was Leila's most treasured autograph book. It would've meant the whole world to her if Michael had chosen to sign the damn page.
"I absolutely HATE it when fans ask me to sign things. I love my fans, but I absolutely despise signing things. Much less taking those damn pictures!" he exclaimed, attempting to smack down the Canon camera in my hand. Thankfully, I had an iron grip so I was able to prevent that from happening. Unfortunately, my anger was getting the best of me, and it was mainly focused on the African-American child in front of me.
"What's your problem, kid? My best friend's a big fan of yours, and you don't even provide a picture and autograph!" I exclaimed. Michael rolled his eyes and made a raspberry with his tongue.
"Big stinking deal. She can always get an autograph and picture from Alan Ham. Now get outta here or I'll call security on you," he said. Before I could say anything, the door slammed in my face, leaving me shocked and speechless.
"That sniveling little child star!"
