I didn't ask to sit for the money or fame. I would have been perfectly fine being in a middle class community, getting average C grades, dating a douchebag football player. To be honest, I would rather be the blonde cheerleader, smiling at jumping up and down, big tits bouncing in the air. I had no issue being stuck in a one story house, having house parties all the time, and waking up the next morning to go to church.

Sadly, I didn't have that life. (Not that I was complaining, I understood I had some things others didn't.) I was forced to be homeschooled, or online schooled. If my mom hadn't left when I was 7, I could've been normal. (I think.) I was always watched by people, people who waited for my next move.

I couldn't handle it at times. Sometimes I gave them what they wanted and did something they'd call 'reckless'. But was streaking down the streets of LA really reckless? I think not. When I dyed my hair purple one summer, Insider Edition called me funky. So I bleached it back the next morning.

My dad, Paul, told me when I was 15 that he couldn't contain me. He then told me I wasn't allowed to stay with the nanny he left me with when he was working on movies, and forced me to start traveling with him. We bought mansions to each city we went to, going from the set and back, trapped in the huge secluded palace. This would be anybody's dream. It was luxurious at all extents, adventurous even.

But you get sick of all of the moving. Barely having friends, or always having to leave them. You grow immune to heartbreak, the heartbreak of departure, and to me that wasn't human. I wanted to have a life. And my father took that away from me.

I was to sit on a chair, watch him, and that was all. Sometimes I'd get up, roam around, try to make myself an adventure. I was alone constantly, I had to find some way to entertain myself.

Word on the Baltimore's streets was that Paul Goodwin had a movie filming right there in their precious little city.

The set was scattered all through town, the main setting in a building in the busy city. It was Parker Riden's 'office'. Parker was the detective, and protagonist that had to solve a murder mystery caused by Judd LoKay. Parker was played by Paul. The office itself wasn't large, but since the whole office building was also showed in the film, the set was a decent size. It was your normal modern police/detective office. Busy people at desks, papers everywhere, and a few coffee machines here and there.

They were filming in a warehouse, dressed as a forest, one night. Parker had finally found Mary, the victim's, body finally after her disappearance a few days back.

I sat next to Larry, the director, sipping on a Cherry Coke. I watched, bored, as I uttered the lines under my breath as my dad said them. My back was against the side of the cheap, short, director's chair my dad had carried with him everywhere we went. My right leg was up, the other dangling.

I grew bored, sighed impatiently, and dropped my Coke bottle on purpose. "Oh, shit!" I yelled, melodramatic.

Larry groaned, rising up. "Cut!"

The guys on set stopped what they were doing, and turned to me. I saw Paul shake his head, scoffing.

I slipped from everyone, and started running through the faux forest, towards the back of the set. Watching my step through the dark atompshere, I laid down in the stupid fake leaves, chest collapsing with relief of escape. I noticed a door, obviously not locked, in front of me, and contemplated of leaving, running away possibly. I decided against it, seeing as I would probably be found in a Taco Bell.

I shut my eyes for a quick second, but snapped them open after hearing the silver door handle open. I sat up, confused.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

I flew up, and dashed to a tree. I hid behind it, scared it was a gunman or something of the sorts.

The door opened, a sliver of black light entering the set. Someone's head popped out, grinning smugly. He came in, dressed in baggy jeans and a black tee. A lankier, taller guy came in. He looked accomplished. His hair was black, with spots of blonde in it. I smiled softly to myself, admiring his hair.

They were teenagers.

I slipped from the tree, now not as nervous. I followed them as they walked carefully through the woods, maneuvering through the thick, plastic trees.

I made sure to hide behind the trees whenever they looked behind, not wanting to be spotted.

Only once, the lankier one caught my eye. I froze up, heart racing. I didn't know why, I've seen cute boys before. He gave a smile, and turned around.

"Think about it," the shorter one whispered. "Paul Goodwin is actually in this building."

The taller one said: "Hopefully his cute daughter is too."

Oh, he knew exactly who I was when he saw me. I wanted to speak up, and call out to them, but I was nervous the sound guy would pick up on it, since we were so close to set.

The tall boy stopped short, and pulled out a piece of paper out of pants. I watched from behind a tree. He looked at the shorter one. "Got a pen?"

The shorter one fished a pen out of his pocket, and handed it to him. "What are you doing?"

He started scribbling something the same time security was called over the PA. The two cussed. The one who was writing took gum out of his mouth, and stuck the paper and gum on the tree. "Gotta make my mark."

I heard rustling coming from the right of me. I snapped, seeing flashlights roam the the forest. The two took off, running towards the door they came from.

"There they are!" Security Number One said. The three large security guys ran after them, the two seriously faster.

I walked to the tree, curious what his 'mark' was. I plucked the torn lined paper off of the soaked in salvia gum, and studied it. I knew deep down it was meant for me.

I'm Jack and U put the U in beautiful.

Underneath that, he scribbled seven little digits.

Seven little digits that might possibly change a lot.