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I walked out of the plane terminal and immediately a wave of loneliness rushed over me. It
was my choice to go by myself. They offered to come with me and get me settled in. I turned my
phone on and the song 24 hours started playing. My mom was calling.
"Hello," I said walking to the luggage claim.
"Hi honey," my mom's beautiful voice filled my empty heart.
"I miss you," I whispered.
"Dad and I miss you too," she said.
"Well, I am here. I have to go and get my bags. I'll call you when I get a cab to the school,"
I said softly before closing my phone. Of course it was a one of a kind brand new blackberry that
probably cost more than my car. Dad got it for me after I learned that I was accepted into William &
Mary. I was so nervous. WIlliam & Mary was my dream school and when I opened the acceptance
letter I was so happy. My parents always said that I had no idea where I got my smarts from. My
dad dropped out of 7th grade and my mom barely graduated high school. She said the only reason
she continued going was because she wanted my dad to be proud of her. She was going to drop
out and get a tutor, but apparently my dad was upset about it or something so she kept going. Of
course Aunt Sadie told me that Mom sucked so badly in math that she got a 6% as a final grade.
But, even if my parents aren't brainy they are still the smartest people I know.
I got my bags and left the airport to find a cab. Suddenly, dozens of flashes of light burned
my eyes. Damn. They found me. I rushed into an available cab and whipped open my phone.
"Dad! What the hell? How did they found me?" I shrieked after my dad answered his phone.
"First of all... watch the language please," my dad said, "Secondly, I don't know how they
found out, but it's all over the news 'Daughter of teen rocker and ex- boybander heading to college'
Everyone is tuning in to see the favorite celebrity daughter. Most celebrities don't make it to high
school without a private tutor so for you going to an ivy league school is a big deal."
"But, I am not a celebrity!" I said.
"You are the daughter of two. Plus you after that night everyone knows who you are," he said.
I sighed. That night. That was a bad night. "I don't do that anymore. I am not that party girl
anymore. Now my night on the town is studying at the library or going to a fast food joint," I argued.
"Yeah. That's why. Everyone is curious about the reborn party girl. Watching to see if you
go back to your old routine." he said. This was a sore spot between us. I think it brought back too
many bad memories when my dad found out that I was pregnant at 15 and didn't even know who the
father was. I was probably wasted when the baby was conceived anyway.
"I am never going back to that routine Dad. You know that," I said. Ryan pulled me through.
He made me stop and look at my life. I realized that the drinking and the sex... it wasn't worth it. I
almost lost everything. My family. My friends. My life. I can't even stand the smell of alcohol now.
Ryan and I have been dating for two years and we haven't had sex yet. When I got pregnant at
fifteen it made me realize I had a problem. I was going to move away with my parents and take care
of the baby. I wouldn't be here if the baby lived. Even after three years it is still hard to remember
the baby. It is still hard to realize that it wasn't my fault. Spontaneous abortion. That's the medical
term.
"I know baby. I know. Your mother knows that. Ryan knows that, but the media doesn't
know that."
"Daddy, I am here. I am at the school. I don't think the media followed. Love you," I said
before one again closing my phone. I paid the cab driver and gave him extra for all the trouble and I
walked out of the cab and opened the trunk. I got my stuff and turned around to face my new home.
Swarms of teenagers surrounded me. All with their parents. I knew I needed to do this alone.
Besides I would see everyone in a couple months for winter break.
"Hello! Welcome to William & Mary!" a wayyy too peppy voice welcomed me.
"Hi. I am," I began.
"I know who you are! You are Vanessa Quincy!" she said still too peppy.
"Shhh!" I whispered. Damn! I was hoping the baseball hat and sunglasses would help keep
me from being discovered. I was hoping that as long as my hair was hidden my identity would be
too. It seems like my hair is the most focused part of me.
"Oh. Sorry!" she whispered, "Here is your room key! Room 3 A. You have two roomates
who are already here! Do you need any help with your bags? I would love to help! I am a big fan of
your music."
"Umm... no thank you, but thanks for offering. And I don't really do the whole music thing
anymore, but thanks for liking it?" I said uncomfortably. Uncle Darius is constantly hounding me
about singing again, but I know that the singing will lead to the parties which will lead to the drinks
which will lead to the sex and the drugs. I love singing, but for now I am singing under a fake name
and only releasing them in a little shop on Queens in Toronto. The owner is good friends with my
mom.
I grabbed the key and began the walk to my room. The rest of my stuff will be here any
day. I just brought my clothes, my guitar, and a couple of pictures and personal stuff.
I turned the key to open the dorm and heard an "Oh. My. God!"