MILLIE's POV

As I walked to the Mountain of duffel bags, one of the bus drivers tossed my giant yellow bag onto the pile.

"Okay found my duffel," I said but then more bags got tossed on top of it. "Now the question is, how do I get it out?"

I tried pulling on it, tugging it, but nothing worked. "Okay I can do this." I said as I pulled on it a little harder. "Okay no I can't." I muttered to myself as I gave up on any hope of getting it out.

"You must be new." A skinny kid with a long neck, carrying her duffel bag on her shoulder, and chewing gum asked me. I found out later her name was Zoe.

"How can you tell?" I asked her.

"You didn't know to grab your duffel before the apes tossed it into the heap. I would say you need some serious help." Zoe said in a very friendly tone.

"Thanks its the BIG yellow one, wayin there." I said as Zoe and I attempted to pull it out without much luck. Every time we tried to pull it out the bus drivers put new duffel's onto the pile!

We shot them a look, Just then a strapping ten-year-old in a tie-dye T-shirt, beads, and a bandanna around her head arrives and easily pulls her duffel from the center of the pile.

"Wow, now thats my kind of woman." I said to Zoe.

"Hey! Tie-Dye girl!" Zoe screamed, and Nicole turned around.

"Would you mind giving me a hand? My duffel's the yellow one, way in there." I said pointing to it. Nicole pulled it and glanced at my tag.

"Hey, you're from California?" Nicole asked in excitement.

"You are? Do you live in Hollywood?" Zoe said jumping.

"Do you like live next door to a movie star?" Nicole questioned.

"What are you two, Lucy and Ethel? I've never even been to Hollywood, I live in Napa, that's in Northern California, and I live next door to a vineyard."

"Wait a minute," Nicole said as she glanced at the tag again, "Millie Ryan? Any famous relatives?"

I sighed. I wasn't too keen to telling them my father is Jake Ryan. Sure, my dad didn't do as much acting now that he had me to raise, but he was still active in Hollywood. I was always afraid if I told potential friends they would only like me for who I was related to.

"Well.." I hesitated, "my father is Jake Ryan."

The reactions were just what I expected. Nicole's eyes widened and the gum Zoe had been chewing fell out of her mouth.

"WHAT! OH MY GOSH! YOUR DAD'S A CELEBRITY!?" Zoe screamed.

"Hey, I thought you said you've never been to Hollywood!" Nicole said, her tone accusing me of lying.

"I haven't, I stay with Lilly, our nanny, while Dad goes to Hollywood." I answered.