Prologue

AN: Well I had a new idea swirling around in my head, and so I wanted to give it a try. However, I'm not sure if a) people will want me to continue the story and b) if it'll be good so I'm going to post the prologue, but I'm not going to post any more chapters until I feel a good number of people have left a review indicating that they indeed want this story to continue. I know that this type of a story has been done before, but I promise you I am going to throw my own twist into it.

Also, hope everyone had a great 2010 and looking forward to an amazing 2011. This is the first post of the new year, so enjoy!

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When I was a young girl, there was always one thing I liked to do... play pretend. I would go through my mother's closet and pick out whatever I wanted, pretending to be a different person each and every day. Some days, I was a pirate; other days, I was a princess. My mood for the day dictated what character I would portray. At the age of three, I had mastered the art of playing anybody I wanted to be flawlessly. At the age of seven, I had mastered the art of creating different voices. At the age of twelve, my parents finally noticed the gift that their daughter had, and I was enrolled into acting classes to strengthen my creativity.

Those memories still fill my mind as if they took place yesterday, when in reality I am now twenty three and those days of innocence and creativity are long gone. Indeed, my parents acting classes paid off, and I was thrown into a world of auditions and rejections.

At first, people were hesitant to cast an unknown who did not fit any sort of stereotype. I wasn't a typical blonde with blue eyes and big breasts. I wasn't a typical brunette with porcelain skin and a petite figure. I was myself, a self-proclaimed 'mutt', a blend of multiple nationalities. To some, that is considered exotic, but at the age of twelve nobody was looking for an exotic looking child to fill a role for a Wonder Bread commercial. They wanted the typical, ordinary child that you would see wandering through the halls of any regular public school. And so in the beginning I had difficulty landing any sort of roles. I had few roles here and there, nothing major, and nothing noticeable. I had not yet been thrown into the media's eyes, and now I wish I could go back to that age when nobody knew who I was, and nobody cared. For soon things began to change, and public eye cast a small glance at me.

Specifically, things began to change once I hit the ripe age of fifteen. It was at this age that not only physically, but also personality-wise, I began to change. I grew more confident, more energetic, and more determined. I was dead set on landing a role that would thrust me into the public eye, allowing my popularity to grow. Thankfully, I had now developed a decent chest size as curves, which helped me appear more 'exotic' and landed me multiple roles. At least my chance came to shine.

It was the summer of my seventeenth year that I finally landed a role that made me incredibly popular. I starred in the incredibly popular movie Paradise Island, playing an adventurous girl thrown into a world of action and drama when my friend and I stumble upon a mysterious treasure map. After that, my career skyrocketed, with offers being thrown at me left, right, and center.

Though my career was growing though, my issues with the paparazzi started. I couldn't take a step out of my parent's house without being followed. Suddenly, everybody wanted to know what as was doing, when I was doing it, and why I was doing it. Any privacy that I had was gone in an instant. People were suddenly interested in what I was doing, and though it was incredibly flattering to think that people liked me so much they wanted to know what I was doing and when I was doing it, I longed for the days when I could simply go to the mall with my girlfriends and not be stalked.

Unfortunately, publicity had become my reality, and so I learned how to act, how to talk, how to be the perfect role model. I always knew the proper poses to give on the red carpet, the perfect smiles to point towards the flashing lights. When I was asked a personal question, I knew how to give a diplomatic answer that revealed absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. I'd learned the ways of the life of a celebrity. However, no matter how many times I brushed off certain questions, wittily responded to others, and all together ignored some, there was still one topic that was brought up constantly, and always fascinated my followers.

Romance

The years went on and I landed many roles, throwing my success into orbit. I was gaining a reputation as a talented actress with the acting chops to pull off any role, and yet it seemed like everybody wanted to know who I was dating. After all, I was fairly attractive, and keeping tight lipped on any romances I was having. Therefore, it wasn't a surprise that people were eager to know who it was that had captured the 'American Sweetheart's' heart. Unfortunately for the public, there was nobody that had. I had a couple of on and off relationships with some known celebrities, some unknown friends, but nothing that lasted longer than a couple of months. To some it seemed like I was being picky, but in reality I hadn't found the one. Unfortunately, that all changed when I hit the age of twenty one.

You see, for a girl who had been a goody-two shoe, following the laws and acting like a girl that her fans could look up to; turning twenty one was a big deal.

I could drink.

I could get into clubs legally and party.

And I was planning on taking advantage of that.

Now, it's not like I was completely naive when I turned twenty one. Of course I had partied quietly with friends in their houses, but I never drank very much and made sure not to do anything reckless, for I was still a golden girl and had many people looking up to me. I knew how to contain my liquor, how much I had to drink before I knew I had to drink, and most importantly, how to have a good time with friends. I was skilled in the art of dancing, both with girlfriends and friends of the opposite gender; of course, the type of dancing depended on whom I was with. I knew the proper ways to move my hips when pressed up against a guy, especially if I wanted to keep their interest focused on me. After having multiple boyfriends, I was an expert at what caresses, touches, and kisses to use in order to hook the guy and keep him wanting more.

I was a master seductress, and there were few boys that could resist my charm.

So the evening after I turned 21, my birthday being the 14th of December, my friends took me to the up-and-coming nightclub in Los Angeles for a night of legal partying. Of course, access to the public was completely restricted to the public, as it was a private party, and no paparazzi were allowed in. For one night, I would be getting complete privacy surrounded by my friends and anybody else they felt was worthy to be invited.

This, of course, caused many problems.

You see, one of my close friends from high school, Amanda, decided that she would invite her former flame to the party, with whom she was still friends. His name was Troy Bolton, and he was by far the most attractive man that I had ever seen in my entire existence. His body was that of a god, a pure Adonis, perfectly sculpted and muscled so that every movement of his showed off his tone muscles and ripped abs. His hair was a dark brown, styled perfectly, and every flip of his hair sent me swooning. His eyes were a deep blue, penetrating yet gentle, and with every glance he made towards me, my knees became weak and my heart fluttered. He was taller than me, a full head taller than my petite 5'4 frame, and when he wrapped me in tight hug and wished me a happy birthday upon entering the club, I almost fainted from pure ecstasy. To sum it all up, he was perfect.

And it was in that moment that I believed I had found the one.

After the formal introductions to everybody in the club, most of which included taking a picture with 'the birthday girl', I couldn't help but drift towards the perfect man that was standing by the drink table.

"Can I get you a drink, gorgeous?" He had asked seductively, winking a wink that made me melt. After getting me a Vodka Martini, we got deep in conversation, and soon everyone in the room seemed to fade into the distance. To me, there was only him.

Talking turned into dancing, dancing turned into grinding, grinding turned into gentle caresses and gentle, lingering kisses. The beat of the DJ's music pulsed through my veins as our pelvises rubbed together, my hands running through his perfect hair, pulling his lips to mine countless times. His hands rubbed over my back, down my sides, through my hair, wherever he felt like it. Our moments became heated, passion flowing throughout my entire body as we made out in the center of the dance floor, oblivious to the rest of the room. The birthday cake had long been cut and eaten, and my evening was left open with no more distractions, except for him of course.

Shortly after 3 in the morning, the party began to die down. Guests were starting to die down, and once again my hostess duties were required as I bid goodbye to my guests, thanking them for attending my birthday bash and for the most-likely generous gift. Half an hour later, and the room was practically empty besides a few friendly faces who were almost ready to leave, the staff of the restaurant who were beginning to clear up the mess that had been made, and of course, him.

He bent towards me, capturing my lips in a delicate kiss, and whispered into my ear, "I'm sorry this night has to end. I had a great time." His breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Of course, usually I was a rational, reasonable girl who thought before she did anything. That part of me was, however, taken over by a completely different person that night, and instead of bidding him goodbye like any normal girl would have after a fantastic night, I responded recklessly.

"Come home with me."

Grabbing his hand delicately, lacing our fingers together, I pulled him out the back entrance of the restaurant to where a limo was waiting to take me home. Slipping into the comfortably leather seats and raising the glass between the driver and passengers, our heated actions that had begun on the dance floor continued on the drive home, until half an hour later we pulled up in front of my large Los Angeles mansion. Tipping the driver graciously, I lead the perfect man into my house, closing the door behind us.

I'm sure that all of you can figure out what happened next.

The next day, I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling my nostrils, and opened my eyes to see him standing before me with a tray, decorated with a single red rose. Breakfast was perfect, and we began to actually converse and I realized that this man was not just perfect in the looks department, but was also perfect overall, a complete gentleman. I knew I was in love, however I didn't dare speak of word of this to him, afraid it would send him running.

It was then that reality hit.

My phone rang loudly, disturbing the serenity that filled the bedroom. Answering it quickly, I learned it was my publicist, informing me of the award ceremony that I had to be at in five hours, and that my stylist would be over at my house in a mere two hours. Turning towards the god beside me, I saw that he was in deep though.

"Gabriella, we need to talk."

You know how people say that nothing good ever comes from those words? Well, they were completely right. The following conversation with Troy went a little something like this:

"You know Gabriella; you really are a beautiful and amazing person. If it were under different circumstances, I honestly think that this," he said, motioning to between the two of us, "could have gone somewhere far. However, you're a superstar actress, and I'm just a regular guy. Again, if it wasn't for the fact that I am trying to get onto the Lakers' team, then I would totally give this a shot. But I want to get on to the team knowing that I earned it, not because my girlfriend is a hot-shot actress who has connections. I really had an amazing time, and I hope that someday we can maybe meet up again, but for now, I just have to part ways."

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Troy got out of bed, took a shower, and as quickly as he was brought in to my life, he was taken out of it. I never saw him again after that day.

Most girls would be able to get over a guy, especially a guy who they had known for one day. If the circumstances had been like those of most girls, then I too would have gotten over the perfection that had been Troy Bolton, and settled back into the routine that I had been going by since I first got in to the acting business. Nobody knew about Troy, there were no witnesses to say what had exactly happened the night of my twenty first birthday, and so to the public, it was just a party with a couple of friends. All seemed to be fine.

But of course, nothing good lasts forever.

A couple of weeks later, I began to feel nauseous. I was feeling dizzy a lot of the time, and would spend most mornings either lying in bed, or hovering over a porcelain toilet. I wasn't stupid, I knew what was wrong with me, however I refused to take a test to prove what I would eventually come to realize was indeed true. Fate had other things in store for me, and when I had a doctor's appointment that had been scheduled months in advance a week later, I finally heard the words that I knew were true all along.

"Congratulations, Miss Montez, you're pregnant."

Well, you can imagine the reaction that the media had.

Of course, one of the nurses at my doctor's office decided that they wanted to make a pretty penny, and so they sold my test results to one of the many tabloid magazines that circulated around the world. Immediately, the media went into frenzy. Imagine, the innocent golden girl who every looked up to, all of a sudden pregnant at the age of twenty one, and having no boyfriend at the moment. The rumours were spreading like wildfire, some claiming that it was from a drunken one-night stand, some claiming that I got inseminated because I wanted to 'leave behind an heir'. Most of the rumours that were spread were completely ridiculous, but that didn't stop people from believing them.

Of course, on the completely opposite side, a 'scandal' is exactly what an actress needs if she wants to grow exponentially more popular.

My popularity grew and grew as the weeks grew on, and more and more paparazzi began following me around as I attended various functions and even finished up filming my latest movie. I was only two months pregnant, and still not showing, but that changed quickly. By my fourth month, I had a small baby bump protruding out of my stomach, and whenever I went to events after that you would find picture after picture of my hand resting protectively on my stomach, as if trying to protect my child from the countless numbers of paparazzi.

Amanda insisted that I call Troy and tell him what was happening, but I did nothing of the sorts. He wanted to focus on his career, and I knew that having a baby in the picture would only derail him from achieving his dream. So, even though he probably knew that I was pregnant, as it was a hot topic in the world of celebrities, I didn't let him know that the child growing in my stomach was actually his. That I would save for a later point in time, when I felt it was right and when I knew he would be able to handle the news of his newfound parenthood.

Months went by, and I learned how uncomfortable it was to be heavily pregnant in the summer months. However, that suffering soon came to an end when, on August 3rd, Evelyn Claire Montez, nicknamed Lindy, was born.

And she was indeed a beautiful baby.

Evelyn had my signature black locks, my nose, cheeks, and chin. She was tiny, rather small for a baby and just as I had been when I was born, but there was one thing that was separating her from being exactly my copy.

Her blue eyes.

Evelyn had inherited her father's eyes, and every time I looked into my sweet daughter's eyes I couldn't help but be reminded of the man that I had lost in the same day that I found him. She was my only memory of that evening, and immediately Evelyn became my world.

That was two years ago, and now I'm twenty three years old and Evelyn will be turning two years old in a couple of months. I am still a world famous actress, though I haven't done any major roles since giving birth to Evelyn. I have been named Hottest Woman of the Year in the last two years, Best Style Icon, and ironically, Best Young Mother.

I assume that you are wondering what it's like to be a popular actress attempting to raise her daughter without the interference of the media. Well, it's challenging as you can imagine, especially when you are trying to balance child-raising with a career that requires a lot of time away from home filming all over the world. But you'll come to learn, as I recount my story to you, that raising Evelyn was not actually the difficult part of the years that followed.

Oh, and have I mentioned that Evelyn's father still doesn't know he's a dad? You want to know why that is, and if he does learn that he has a beautiful daughter? Well then, sit back, hold on tight, and get ready for a roller coaster ride.

Because that's just another part of the story.

Well? Please tell me what you think! I really am looking forward to your comments, and as I said when I get a good number of reviews indicating that there is a large interest in this story, then i'll start adding more chapters!

Xoxo,

Lar