"Born in the USA, I was born in the USA"

Bruce Springsteen screamed into my head and gave me a mini heart attack. The alarm clock always surprises me and frightens me. I opened my eyes. They felt so heavy. Yesterday I was at the studio until 1:00 am. We were working on my new album, which is going to hit stores this summer.

I glanced at my clock. The numbers were written in a yellow glowy color that shined through the dark. 5:30. The sun hasn't set yet. I went to my bathroom in the dark. I brushed my teeth hard, trying to get rid of the gross taste I had from sleeping. I washed my face with one of the many products I had around my sink. I washed it off, and dried my face.

I looked at the mirror. Sometimes it was hard for me to believe I was that pretty. I had a squarish face and high cheekbones. I had full thick lips, perfect angular nose and icy blue green eyes. My hair was dirty blond, long and luxurious. It hit right below my breasts. My skin was glowing without even one zit.

I hopped in the shower. The water was warm immediately. I loved taking showers in the mornings. I always felt so fresh afterwards. After I dried my body with my Victoria Secret PINK towel I put on my pink robe. I went to the vanity beside my bed, and pulled the first drawer open. It has my foundation product. It has liquid foundations, powders, bronzers etc.

I applied my Chanel foundation with light moves and set it with a matching powder. Then I applied my Nars bronzer and Dior blush to accentuate my high cheekbones. I swiped black eyeliner on my top lash line and finished my eyes with mascara. Then I finished the look with a deep wine red colored lipstick. I blow dried my hair, and curled it with a curling iron. I loosened up the curls with a white tooth comb.

I went to my closet room, and opened the light. The room was neat and tidy. I had so many clothes that I probably didn't even wear half of it. I chose a black thank top, black blazer and white with black details high low hem line skirt. I put a long gold necklace on and a gold ring. I paired the outfit with crazy high Christian Louboutin nude pumps. He gave me this pair himself when I was in New York Fashion Week. My body was aching from yesterday workout. The aching feeling made me feel thinner, therefore I loved it.

I looked at the big mirror next to the door. With those crazy high hills I was around 6.7 foot. I am very tall naturally, around 6.2 feet. I was very slim as well, around 125 lb. My measurements were perfect, 36 24 36. My bra size was pretty big compared to my weight, it was 34C. I took my Chanel handbag that hang on the door knob and filled it with my phone, wallet, and my lipstick. I grabbed my Patek Philippe watch and put it on. I didn't really know how much it cost, because I received it as a gift, but I assumed it was around 80,000 dollars. I sprayed a few sprits of my Givenchy Play perfume and grabbed my sunglasses as I got out of the door.

I suddenly heard a snap and a yell. It was weird. No one was usually up this early. I started pacing fast in the hallway towards the stairs to see what was going on. As I went down the stairs the argument became clearer and I could hear the voices.
"She is not going anywhere! She has so much to do right now! She doesn't have time for you crap!" the voice yelled and ruined the calming morning silence. It sounded like Natalie, my agent. What the hell is she doing in my house? Not that I cared, it's just that my mom hates her. She claims she only wants me for my money. Which is probably true, otherwise why would she be here? They always end up fighting over the silliest little things. This is why Natalie never comes to my house. This is why it was so weird she came here. I quickened my pace toward the kitchen which is where the voices were coming from.

"Don't dare you talking to me like that you stupid little bitch! You don't know what's good for my daughter at all! She is going and that's not even your business!" oh god. That was my mom. My mom never ever curses. She is not even angry at anyone. What is going on?

I half ran half walked, trying my best not to fall with my hills. The argument went on, and only got louder. I hate it when people yell; it always ruins my peace and makes me mad as well.

"What is going on in here?" I burst in to the room, yelling and found my mom in her cheetah robe, red as a tomato, standing in front of Natalie waving her hands and yelling. Natalie was angry as well, her eyes were big and furious. I have never seen her so angry before. They stopped, turned their bodies in my way and stared at me. I glared back at them, feeling annoyed and disturbed

I raised my eyebrows, crossed my hands while waiting for answers. I taped my legs on the floor impatiently.

"Actually Annabelle, I would like to speak to you" she said. "Privately" she added, sending a death glare to Natalie. This is officially one of the weirdest mornings I've had in a long time. My mom used my full name. The last time she called me Annabelle was when I filled her shampoo with a shoes paste. I think she might have her period today. That would also explain the fact that she's on her robe when there is people in the house.

"And you" she turned to Natalie," are going to leave" she snarled. Yes, she definitely had her period today. She then grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom and practically shoved me in them. She then closed the door, turned to my way, and looked at me. Her eyes were red and it seemed like she cried. Even though my mom annoys all the time I hate to see her crying. The atmosphere immediately became serious and heavy, and all of the remaining of my sarcastic mood was vanished.
"Look, honey me and your father stayed up all night thinking about It." she started. Her voice was shaking. She looked broken.

"What is it mom?" I asked, the curiosity taking over my voice. I hate being left in the dark and not knowing what's going on.
"Me and your father were thinking about it for quite some time... and we think you need a break." She said, looking at me as if she was excepting me to have a break down or an outburst.

"Ugh mom! We've already been through this. I had a vacation last month. I had so much fun, but right now I have so many things to do; besides you said that you were going to stop bothering me about it!" my tone was rising towards the ends. She knew I couldn't take another vacation. She just said it to piss me off.
"Not this kind of break. A break from all of this. Just to stop for a while." She said in the same weird tone that I couldn't quite understand

"To stop what mom?" I asked her in the same impatient tone. I was getting tired of this conversation by the second.
"Just take a break from everything. Go to live for a year somewhere peaceful, away from everything, away from LA. Just take a year off from you career and just experience real school and friends. It will be good for you. We know it will." She said, for the first time in this conversation she speaks fluently with confident.

I started to make out the things she said in my mind like a puzzle. Realization started to hit me and for the first time in my life I felt unsure and scared. Scared that someone is going to take my life. Take my singing, my fans and my soul. And then I laugh because I realize that my mom was joking. She must be joking.

"Huh huh, mom. Very funny. You nearly gave me a heart attack." I said sarcastically. My mood was completely ruined by now. I was about to go out of the room when she says with such confident that I can't do anything but listen to her. "I mean it Anna. We already made up our mind. We already called your aunt Mary. You are moving next week on Sunday. You are going to La Push and you have nothing to say in that matter." She looked at me with a hopeful yet strict expression.
It's official. My mom lost her mind.
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I can't believe it. I just can't. I am sitting in my BMW squished between my two bodyguards, trying to understand how the hell it happened. How am I on my way to LAX, to fly to freaking La Push. If you understand then please tell me.

You can cut the tension in the car with a knife. I look even worse than a raccoon on its worse day. I slept maybe nine hours combined all week.

Since that horrible talk, the past week had been a nightmare. The first hour of the argument I was 100 precent sure my mom was A) joking or B) was experiencing hard mental problems or C) on drugs (which caused the redness in her eyes). When I realized she was serious I yelled at her for at least 3 hours.

My mom canceled all my work this week because she thought I needed to start packing so I will be ready in time to move. It only made angrier and I wanted to practically hit her. After the argument I stayed in my room for three days, doing a hunger strike. I have to admit I was pretty good at it because sometimes I need to get fit for photo shoot for different companies.

At the fourth day Natalie came and said that maybe my mom was right, that maybe I really needed a break. I almost punched her. Then she brought the only woman that I love the most. My grandma. I love her. Mom apparently knows it and used it against me. That's when it started to hit me that I am going to leave. I cried for hours until there wasn't anything left to cry. Later that day I asked my mom why she wanted me to leave.
"Honey, you have changed so much. At first we thought that it was normal, you know, like every other teenager, and then you started to attend all this parties and suddenly there were these pictures of you drinking in every magazine. We refused to let that happen. This is why we forced you to go to that therapist. Then last week I heard you... you know... after we ate, in the bathroom." Her voice changed as she continued talking and she started shaking. Tears started to block my throat and I fought them. I hate crying in public, even if it was my mom. I can't believe she heard me. My mom loved me so much, it probably killed her to hear me and to know what was going on.

"Mom I promise you, it's not always... just sometimes" I said, one tear betrayed me and left my eye.
We both cracked and started crying in each other's arms. It was such a long time since we were so physically close.

After that conversation I realized I lost the fight. Yes, I, Annabelle Marin lost the fight. Even though I can understand my mom better now, it doesn't make it any better. I want to die. I just can't do it. I can't leave everything behind like it was never there. My fans are going to be sick of worry; the media is going to make it ten times harder and probably will come up with stupid speculation. I can practically see Ok magazine saying "Anna got knocked up and going to the middle of nowhere in Washington". I am going to stop doing for a year what I love doing most. Singing.

How am I going to go to a place that the rain never stop and clouds are covering the sun all the time? I loved the sun the high mountains of Hollywood, the weird freaky people in the street and the feeling of a big city.

I got a compromise with my mom that hence the fact that I have contacts with a lot of companies I will be going to Seattle every Saturday to do a photo shoot, just so they won't sue me. I can see Saturday quickly becoming my new favorite day.

After a few minutes of driving we arrived the airport. We kept the whole thing quiet so there weren't paparazzi in sight. We drove to the back door of the airport so no will see us. Everyone left the car and I stayed in it waiting to Bob, my bodyguard to set all of my suitcases on the cartwheel.

After everything was ready we started walking towards the entry. A man started walking towards us and stopped us in order for him to introduce himself. He looked nervous. He looked straight at me and I took my sunglasses off and set it on my head. His eyes grow bigger and he is practically ogled at me. I got used to this reaction over the years. I noticed he was pretty tall, around my height, and had nice blue eyes and brown hair. He was quite attractive.

"H-hello. I am Dan, and Anna; I am going to be your personal guide at the airport today. You might want to hurry because the plane is leaving in hour and a half" he said, the excitement literally dripping from his voice. I found it kind of cute and pathetic at the same time. I smiled the best fake smile I can pull off, and trust me I know how to fake it.

"Thanks Dan" I said looking at him straight in the eyes, flirting with him.
My mom gave me a look that said 'don't you dare', and I looked at her back innocently, pretending to don't know what she wants. She knew I liked to flirt with boys. We entered the airport. We were at the VIP section, where usually politics and celebrities like me are waiting for their flights. My mom and dad gave me a hug and said their goodbye. There was a buffet with sushi and other foods. My bodyguards sat on the other bench a few meters away, talking which gun has a better shooting ability. I sat on the chair and Dan was standing next to me looking embarrassed. I felt it was time to move things forward.

"So Dan" I started and stood up, never leaving his eyes. He looked at me, completely nervous. "This is what you do? I'm sure it is such an important job" I said and pretended to adjust his tie, even though it was perfectly fine. His eyes almost budge out of their holes, and I felt my adrenaline kicking. I loved to seduce boys, getting their hopes up and then crushing them down. I pushed his tie toward me until his face was a few inches from my face. He looked like he was having hard time controlling his face. He looked hypnotized.

This is the point where I leave them hanging, wondering if this beautiful girl just talked to him. I sat in my chair and felt the staring making holes in my body. I knew it was a matter of a few hours that "Perez Hilton" is going to post that I was hooking up with a guy.

As expected this Dan guy stood where he was before, a confused yet thoughtful expression on his face. This is almost my favorite part. I know that right now he wonders whether he should sit next to this intimating hot girl or leave her alone. They usually are scared of rejection.

Right when he opened his mouth to talk the speakers announced that boarding time had arrived. My bodyguards grabbed my suitcases while I took my purse, and we started walking towards the entrance of the long hallway.

I knew it was going to happen before it did. I was being tugged at my shoulder and heard someone says.
"Hey, Anna! Do you want my phone number?" I turned around to see a nervous Dan. Here is my favorite part.
"No thanks" I said in a business voice. I learned over the years that long answers make them think that I don't want them because I had a boyfriend and I just couldn't do it. Short answers leave them hanging and confused.

I heard Bob my bodyguard laughing quietly. He knew me so well. Really, if I was into less than 35 years old guys I would have defiantly merry him.

The flight was just like every flight I had for the last 2 years. People freaking out when they see me. A flight attendant tries to flirt with me. More people freaking out. Then comes the autographing part, and then their mothers tells them to stop bugging me, then me saying them to not worry, and then starts the cycle which the mothers usually win. Then I sat at my sit and glanced outside. Usually I am very excited and pumped for a new adventure. Not this time .I felt like crying the entire flight. I looked outside of the window watching the brown, yellow colors turn greener and greener. God, this is going to be the death of me.

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