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When I grow up chapter 1

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Published: Nov 29, 2014

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Look, I don't want to be a pop star. I just want to tell you, because I'm afraid you might start doubting this fact within the pages of this book. But I didn't, don't and will never want to be a pop star. Past, present and future.

I don't want to be my mom either, because every time you do something wrong, it leaves a scar on your personality. And scars never go away. Sure, they fade over time. You can put cream on them. But no matter how much time, how much cream you put on a scar, it's still there. One or two scars are fine, but too many, and they start building up, overlapping eachother, not just scarring you, but creating a scar out of you. And when you are a scar, you no longer have a beautiful personality. You have a ragged, aggravated, hideous personality.

That's when you start lashing out, showing you inside on your outside. Like my mother.

Although, I guess being a pop star and being my mom are really the same thing.

***

Remember when you're 4 years old or whatever, and the teachers in school hand out a piece of paper saying "when I grow up I would like to be..." Well, when that happened to me, I wrote VET I huge sloppy capital letters. Everyone else around me was writing stuff like princess or celebrity, but just wanted to be a vet. And I still do. Anyway, when the teacher took my slip of paper to read, she gave me the total fish eye. I had no idea what was wrong, so I just started crying. I got sent home early (I was only in preschool!)

When my mom picked me up, she wasn't like "Oh, sweetie what's the matter why are you crying lets go home right now and make some hot cocoa and cuddle!" No, not the typical cuddly best-mom-ever. She was more like, "Why the hell are you crying you interrupted my makeup you brat! Really, now I need to look after you! God, why are you so difficult?"

I shivered. This was one of her bad days. "I said I wanted to be a vet and when I wrote it down the teacher stared at me scarily." I managed to mumble.

"Really? Your teacher looked at you and you have the school send me all the way here from my makeup session?" My mother yelled. "And besides, why did you write down vet? You want to be a singer like me, right?"

I knew this wasn't a you-get-to-choose-the-answer right. This was a and-you-better-agree-because-this-is-a-command-not-a-question right. So I agreed.

She pouted, "Then why did high write down vet? Do you realise if you didn't just lie about it, I would be relaxing and getting my makeup done? You're such a lying little brat!"

We drove the rest of the way home in silence.

***

I don't look anything like her. I have raven black hair and pale skin. She has golden blond hair and tanned skin. Well, she used to look like me. Before she died her hair and got spray tanned. She looked like me a bit before she was my age, and I'm 14. Yeah, she became a celeb when she was 14, and she's hoping for me to do the same. That would be the only way I would be worth while. See, my mom never wanted to have me. She was 16 and famous, then one drink too many and - oops! - pregnant. The only reason she didn't obliterate me from her uterus was because if I became famous, she would be getting double the money. Like she needed if when she was already the 27th richest woman in the world at 16. Now she she's 30, and the 6th richest.

The only thing that makes us look mildly like family is our eyes. Hazel coloured -chocolate brown with mossy green clouds, thin rings of gold and a thick dark mocha brown ring at the edge. Kind of like planet earth hula hooping with brown and gold hula hoops.

You see, everyone expects me to be pop star. Even my preschool teacher. Everyone always says that you can be whatever you want, but I guess I'm an exception. My life has already been decided because half of my genes are from a world famous celebrity. From the moment I was born, people were practically pilling the paparazzi on me, already labelling me as the newest star.

But that's not what I am. I'm just a wannabe vet with an angry controlling mother and a mystery dad.