Even so, rejecting a begging Spencer is not the easiest thing to do. "Fine, fine," I threw my hands up, "So what is the oh-so-important news that had led my dearest princess into waking her Pooh (I know! I know! Don’t ask me why I am a god damn yellow gay bear that wears a tight red top but never wore underpants and has a pig as his husband. Other than being gay, I plead the fifth and deny the pig part.) at 6.30 in the morning?" I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"Remember I told you that I want to be an actress after I graduate this year," I nodded and she continued,"So I auditioned for the leading role in the movie, Garlic Bread, yesterday," she then reached for my hands, "they called me 5 minutes ago and told me that I got the role!" She squeaked and tighten the grip on my hands. I didn’t react to her fa-ta-bulous news.

Actually, I already knew what she wanted to tell me. The moment she told me about this audition, I knew for a reason that she would get this role. I made it happen for her. It wasn’t a hard task or whatever, and of course, she never knew. Sometimes I think she’s too blonde to figure out my emotions, or maybe to her, I just hav no emotions. I chuckled at that thought.

Now….

Never have I considered that maybe, I didn’t matter to her that much that she would take notice of my emotions. I had been hiding from it all along. I was in denial.

Nevertheless, she was very happy and I was happy for her too. I thought that this could be a beautiful start to my whole new life, but obviously, I was terribly wrong.

As much as I love Spencer, I never told her who I was. In my elementary years, middle school years, high school years and even college years, I kept myself as low profile as possible. Most people thought that I was just an ordinary girl who got a full ride to UCLA because of my flying colour results. I could easily get all the attention in the world if I wanted but that was not in my who-I-wanna-be list, to-do list and all types of lists that you could think of. I just wanted to live the life of a normal girl. Shelter? A small cozy landed property. Car? A cheapwhatevermodel car. Clothes? You can see street ho’s wearing them but I "chic-ified" them so they wouldn’t look too…disturbing. Basically those are it.