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Author's Note: Here's the update. Sorry that it's so short. This chapter focuses on Leah. It's bit more in depth on her. I wanted her to seem more than some flat character. She needed a history that would explain her a bit more.

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Interlude - Leah

It was set. Leah would go live with Jayden for a month. Then, if Leah did not have some kind of contract that would require her presence in Hollywood, she would return to New Jersey. This only seemed to strengthen her resolve to become famous, as she did not want to desert her best friend in one of the greatest cities in the US.

The problem was that Leah didn't think that she had a talent. She was convinced that there wasn't anything about her that could get her noticed. When she sang, she sounded like an injured hyena. When she danced, she looked like a duck footed elephant trampling across the floor on its hind legs. It wasn't a pretty site to an audience or to herself. How was she going to get famous?

Sighing, Leah threw a skirt into the suitcase she was packing. She could already imagine her time there. It would be horrible. She would have the greatest time of her life with Jayden in Hollywood, flirting with hot Hollywood actors and singers, and, then, when a month's time passed, she would be dragged away to the fiery pits of Hell. Well, back to her hometown at least.

Nothing ever happened where Leah lived. Nothing. The only good thing that this pointless trip would bring would be an adventure. She was determined that she would make the most of it. She'd go to parties, meet a boy or two, fall into a love triangle, maybe even lose her virginity. Something that would make the trip as memorable as possible! Maybe, just maybe, Jayden would even let her be in one of her music videos.

With a groan, Leah threw herself onto her bed. A week. That was all that was left before her adventure truly started. One week. Seven days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. Who knew how many seconds that was?

"Leah?"

She ignored it. Her mother had made it a habit to pester her at every possible second. Leah had a hunch that her mother was trying to find a reason to keep her home. Her father, however, was another story. He wanted her out of the house as soon as possible. At night, when her parents thought that she was sleeping, she would here her father whining about why she couldn't leave already.

Leah didn't mind. She knew that her father hated her. She was the child of his wife's affair, why wouldn't he hate her? Even her brothers, who once loved her so much, resented her a bit. Their parents were sleeping in separate rooms because of her—because she didn't have the blond hair and blue eyes that their dad did. Instead, she had her birth father's raven hair and brown eyes. Of course that would raise questions, especially since her mother was a ginger with gray eyes. She resembled neither of them; she couldn't be theirs, or, at least, his.

"Leah, open the door," her mother demanded.

Why should I? Leah thought bitterly. You're just going to tell me how you didn't want me to go, and then dad'll come in here and tell me how he can't wait to be rid of me.

"Leah Marie Sulten, you will open this door right now!" her mother screamed, banging on the door.

"I'll open the door when you tell me!" Leah yelled. Just tell me his name, she thought pleadingly. I just want to know who I am.

"Don't give me that attitude, young lady! Open the door!"

"Tell me what my name is!" she yelled back.

"Your name is Leah Sultan, now open the door!"

"THAT IS NOT MY NAME!" Why couldn't she just tell her? Did she not get that knowing her dad's name was important to her? Did she not know that Leah felt like she was living a lie?

"Augustan Rivers! Are you happy now?" her mother snapped. Silence. Complete and utter silence. Then, footsteps. Her mother was walking away.

"Yeah, mom. I'm happy. Completely happy," Leah whispered, smiling up at the ceiling. "Rivers…that's who I am."

Leah Rivers. That's me, she thought. I'm Leah Rivers, and I'm going to Hollywood.

Again, sorry for the shortness. An update's an update, right? Please review. :)