1 PROLOGUE

I can't believe my dad signed me up in a camp for summer. This really sucks.

Summer is about to start and I have every single day planned out already. I've planned to make it nonproductive. And then, here comes my dad informing me about what he has in store for me this summer. I can't believe it. And to make it all worst, it's not an ordinary camp. It's a camp for teen celebrities around the world. And it sucks because I'm so feed up with celebrities.

The camp is really expensive and only 10 non celebrities are allowed and it's a first come first serve basis. I don't know how he did it but he did in a way. He told me he wants what's best for me. And what's best for me is to go to a celebrity camp? I know I'm his on female child, but I want to spent summer on my own and not with teen celebrities and some annoying fangirls. I badly don't want to go but I had to go for my dad.

I know, others may think, I'm one of those lucky people to be in the camp. Lucky people = that would have a chance to meet their idols. Not just to meet them but to have time to talk to them. They'd be able to know their idols even more. But for me, it's a nightmare to be in the camp. I have been spending my whole life with so many teen celebrities, thanks to my mum who is a talent manager for teen celebs; not only in Ireland but also in the States and England. So basically, been in the camp is no use at all. I can be with my mum the whole summer and I can meet, talk and know celebrities even more just being with my mother dear. There is no need to be in the camp. But I can't escape the fact that I'm actually going to the camp. I can't disappoint my dad.

Being a daughter of a talent manager, would be beyond amazing. Basically I could go along with my mum to where she's going when some of her talents would go some other places outside Ireland. My mum, Marissa McAdams, is a well known talent manager in Ireland and she manages a lot of teen celebs that are now huge stars. So, she's that good and awesome, to be able to make a person became a huge star. But she's not good and awesome with love. She was one of those people that got married but after spending 5 years together would separate in the end. Well, my mum and dad separate before I even got born. I was still a month old in my mum's womb when they both separated. It's hard to hear that they separated because they feel out of love. How could two people fall out of love when they should have been together to race me up? But my mum was the only one that raced me up. My dad never knew I even exist until I was 3 years old. And that's when he started assisting my mum with my growth and well, my mum accepted his help but would never accept him back. It would be way impossible for mum to accept dad back because when dad found out about me, he was married to Angelica for 2 months. So basically there is no possibility. And I'm cool just being with my mum. I can live with her.

My dad, Travis Ducain is a business man. His area of interest is Fashion Designs, Magazines and training aspiring models to be a best models in the world. He is married to his second wife, Angelica, who is some kind of my step-mum when I'm in dad's house. They have 3 sons: Stephen, Julian, and Matthew. Stephen being the oldest, 14; Julian the middle son, 13; and Matthew as the youngest; 10. They are beyond rich.

Well, I'm not rich. Only my mum and dad are rich. I hate being rich and I hate being near to riches. I never wanted to be that so fortunate because I want to live a life where I can do things on my own. I don't want to have anyone to do it for me and I don't even want someone to help me when I'm doing some chores. I want to do normal things like what normal teenage girls do. I don't like to be known in school. To be honest, I want to be part of the lowest social class in school. I've been trying to be part of them but I can't seem to do it. It's impossible for me because they think I don't belong to them. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to fit in the low social class. If I can't be part of it, I want to be a normal student, but everyone treats me like I'm part of those bitchy cliques. I'm not part of it and I will not be part of it and I'm never ever going to be one of those bitches.

Anyways, I still can't believe I'm going to that stupid camp. But I have no choice. Dad had already done everything. All I have to do is to go that camp and just bear with it for 2 whole months.

Well, I just hope everything will go the way I wanted it to be. I want to be by myself, I want to be alone. I don't want to have fun and remember every single thing that would happened through those 2 months. I just want it finished and done with. I want it to pass as fast as it could be. I don't want any of it to be remembered.