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People always ask me how I went from being the daughter of Hollywood's biggest starlet, to living on my aunt and uncle farms in Texas. Well, I, Stella Adrian, am going to tell you how I went from having the life that everyone dreams of, to moving to the last place on earth I wanted to be, and how it became my favourite place on earth.
The music was baring through the club, so loud that I could barely hear the guy standing next to me talk. I had a margarita in my left hand, while my right arm was around his waist. I knew my mom was going to kill me. She said that if I ever came home drunk again, she was going to sent me to my aunt and uncles. But it's just a hollow threat. She never follows through. But she's just afraid that I might get to out of hand and ruin her good girl reputation.
You see, my mom is the best and most wanted actress in Hollywood, Emma Adrian. She's been in every big movie that has come out, done tons of T.V. shows, lots of adds, blah blah blah. So, she expected me to be the perfect daughter for the media. One day, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I started rebelling. I was 10.
Anyways, we were just hanging out, knowing that tomorrow we wouldn't even remember tonight, and that we would also have the biggest headache ever. But it was worth it. Just as long as we have a good time.
"Hey, we're gonna go now, Stella. Come on," my friend Peyton said grabbing my arm. She had her left hand wrapped around some guys waist, but I didn't recognize him. Oh well, as long as Peyton was having fun.
"I've got to go," I told the guy I was with. He just nodded, and walked away. I followed Peyton and her guy out of the club, tripping over my own two feet. I knew that I was totally drunk, and that I was going to be totally grounded. But I would find some way around it.
When we walked out of the club, the paparazzi were swarming us.
"Stella, does your mother approve you going out every night?"
"Stella, who's that guy that you're with?"
"Stella, do you ever think that you're going to stop all this clubbing and be like a normal 17 year old?"
That's pretty much how it went. The paparazzi kept on yelling questions at me. But I could barely understand what they were saying. Finally, the car that I had called for a while earlier showed up. My mom's bodyguards stepped out of the car, and escorted us into the car.
Once we were in the car, my chauffer drove off. Peyton, her guy, and I all began laughing for no apparent reason, that just shows how wasted we were. I knew I was going to be regretting this is the morning, but it was worth it to have a little fun for awhile.
We dropped off Peyton and her guy at her house, and we took off to my mansion of a house. We were on our way home, when finally, everything went black, and I passed out.
(the next morning)
"Wake up now," I heard my mom saying. I tried to lift my heavy eye lids, but they just wouldn't budge. I also had a searing headache, and didn't want to see the sun that was streaming in through my window. I knew that would hurt even more.
"Mhmm," I mumbled.
"I can't believe you, Stella. How could you do this!" my mom asked, yelling. I moaned from the pain that it was causing my headache, and pulled my pillow over my head. "Just look at what you've done." My mom throws the pillow on my head across the room, and turns on the T.V. to the news.
And in current news. Last night, Emma Adrian, Hollywood's number 1 actresses daughter was caught leaving a club with some girl and an unknown guy, completely drunk last night. The last that was seen of them was when they were escorted into a black car, and drove off. The biggest question that's on everyone's mind is, will Emma Adrian ever control her out of control daughter?
My mom shut off the T.V. This was what happened every time that I went out. It didn't matter where I went, the paparazzi was always there. So I never really understood why my mom would get so worked up when I was on the news, in the paper, or on the front covers of magazines.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," my mom said. "You use to be such a good girl when your father was around. I don't understand why you can't still be that girl. This is getting way out of hang."
My mom was right. Before my father left us for some young bimbo, I was a good girl. I did everything that my parents asked, I was the best daughter any parent could ever ask for. But when my dad left, and only called every once in a while, and I only saw him once a year, I started rebelling. That all happened when I was 10.
"Yea, yea," I said. Hoping my mom would leave, but I knew it was a long shot.
"You better get up soon, because you have to start packing," my mom said. I just stared at her.
"What are you talking about 'packing'?" I asked. Where was I going? She never told me about any trip?
"I can't take this anymore. Obviously, you need to get out of the city, and away from all the clubs. So, as of tomorrow, you're going to be living with Aunt Anna and Uncle John."
"But mom!" I nearly yelled, ignoring the searing pain in my head as I sat up. I can't believe it, she's actually following through with her threat. I can't believe her!
"No buts! I've had enough, Stella. I don't know what else to do," my mom said, pain clearly noted in her voice. I knew I was causing her to do something that she didn't want to do, but I just really didn't want to go. "This is the only way to get you away from the night life, and to somewhere you can actually be a normal teenager. Don't worry, I'll call you everyday, and visit as much as I can."
"I don't want to go," I said.
"I don't care. You're going, end of story. Now pack." And with that, my mom stood up and walked out of my room.
I just groaned, and fell back on my bed. I can't believe that she was actually doing this. I can't believe she's actually sending me to a farm! I mean, it's a farm. With horses, and pigs, and all those other animals that I never wanted to see as long as I live. I couldn't believe this. As of tomorrow, my life is officially over.
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The Wild Life of a Hollywood Starlet's Daughter (On Hold)Teen Fiction
It's not easy being the daughter of Hollywood's best and most wanted actress, Emma Adrian. So, Stella Adrian is a rebelling 17 year old. But when her mom can't take her attitude anymore, she sends her off to her aunt and uncles farm in Texas. But wh...