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Author's Note: Sorry guys. But I keep having so many plot bunnies begging to become stories... so bear with me!
Author's Note: In answer, to someone's e-mail, I'm too lazy to check who... :P. Sure! That'd be a great idea. I love Lily and James as a couple so making prequels to my stories showing how THEY fall in love would be cool... thanx for the suggestion.
Chapter 1: Her Life As Of Now
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She stopped tapping her pencil impatiently and watched her manager's face twist with anxiety and worry before plastering on a fake smile. She sighed huffily at the unconvincing act.
"Well? You can stop smiling now. I know something's wrong."
Her manager's smile slid off her face and her calm façade gave way to nervous fidgeting.
"Um..well...you see...."
The older woman stopped talking and stuffed a colorful magazine into her teenage client's face.
The girl warily accepted the colorful gift and read the cover.
She blinked her eyes unbelievingly and rubbed them before reading the headline again.
Printed in giant bubbly letters was, "Hank Carson: uncovered. Behind the Scenes of His Life and Love, Lucy Thunders."
Frantically, the girl wrenched the magazine open and almost tore it in half trying to find the full article the headline had hastily described.
It wasn't hard. There, pictured in a centerfold, was a giant poster of a handsome teenager with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was winking cockily and waved merrily at the girl reading, who promptly took a pen and scratched his face out. The picture teen merely side-stepped her pen and continued his antics, only slightly disgruntled.
She read the interview and ignored the man's moving picture.
There it was. Oh no! Not again. And with HIM?
"So, is it true that you and Lucy Thunders are now an item?"
"Of course we are. Even she just can't resist my charm."
"What's it like dating such a talented actress, singer, and model? Not to mention the richest and most famous teenage star in America?"
"Oh. It's normal. I date girls like her all the time. Just a matter of time before I got the prime..."
The girl closed the magazine and gently sat it on a table. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her fists clenched, and her breathing harsh and heavy. She stood up calmly and walked out of the office under her manager's calculating stare.
She promptly speed-walked to the bathroom and locked herself into a stall.
And screamed. Loudly. Loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. Loud enough for her manager, sitting in her office, know that she was indeed going to have a very long day today.
The manager shined her name plaque that stated, "Mrs. Martha Kelly" and sighed. She picked up her phone and covered her other ear to block out the screaming and spoke into the receiver one the other line picked up.
"Honey, I won't be home for dinner again. Sorry."
The bathroom stall creaked open. Puffy- eyed and sniffling, a girl walked towards the mirror and proceeded to freshen up.
Her eyes were swollen from crying and her throat was aching from shouting.
The girl's name was Lucy Thunders. She had straight black hair, dark black eyes, and a perfect smile. Her skin was flawless and her body well-toned and trim, save a little short. She carried herself gracefully and could turn guys into mush with a glance. She was famous, rich, and perfect as far as the eye could see.
Yes. This girl was Lucy Thunders. And she was beyond pissed. Enough was enough.
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