Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
"Here you go Miss Sweetheart..." Sam, my assistant places my lunch on my desk. "You didn't have too...", I sigh and look at my protein packed-low carb-low fat lunch. "I already said to take the day off or something. I don't want an assistant" I place down my phone on the desk and grab the fork.
"Yes I know you did, but it's my second day actually working for you, and i've been your assistant for a month" She smiles and looks around awkwardly. I don't know why she complains this much.Why whine over not doing work? I have work almost everyday, and I wish I had days off work more often.  
"Well aren't you doing this for school credit or something? I can sign the paper and you wouldn't have to work for me anymore. Just please, leave me alone" I whine in her face, she doesn't know how much this bothers me, and trust me, i've been bothered a-lot.
She has this dumb look on her face that I just can't stand. "I'm a full-time employe. I'm supposed to be with you every day, you haven't attended anything on your schedule, you're such a diva, ungrateful that i'm here to help YOU" She practically yells.
"Why do you care? You must think I'm so lucky. Well I don't want to go to photoshoots, commercials, interviews and publicity events. I want to stay home, and go school." I sigh. 
"Why would you wanna do that? Do you know how hellish that is? You have the life, every hot celebrity at the moment wants to date you, you're gorgeous, you keep having multiple emails from companies, just to mention their products. Everyone wants to be you and you don't even cherish it" She rolls her eyes.
"Samantha Miller, you are dismissed from my office" I try to say, in a nice tone. I can't ever express my struggles without being shamed. Yeah, I have it better than some people, but I still have feelings. I sigh, opening messages to my manger, Katy, to once again, explain to her that to fire my assistant and to not get me a new one. She always does though.
Humble, I need to be humble. Never be stuck up and ignorant. Graceful and dainty, cute and lovable. Those words are like papercuts on my tongue, I can't explain how much i've been told that. Put in the spotlight at 6 and never having a break. Who knew winning Little Miss in my local Sweetheart pageant would result in winning nationals, getting millions of modeling and acting jobs, thus the birth of America's Sweetheart. Thank goodness I turned too old to compete in that stupid pageant.
But truly, at 6 I should've been playing with toys, not caring about being bloated. All my life I grew up watching people judge me on my looks.
Really I just wish I cou- "Y/n! May I come in?" I hear the voice of my manager through the door. I groan, she's been my manager for 10 years. Love her to death, more than my own mother, but she always does the most.
"Come in~" I shake away my thoughts. "Thank goodness, I thought you were hurt! I'm so sorry I hired that horrid assistant!" She says, sitting down on the other side of my table.
"But you have so many things to prepare for, we can't waste time. I'll find you a new assistant in a few days, but let's talk about your diet... You have a couple big runway shows, so please stay away from these food." She pushes a list. God... the diets. I hate them, and so does Katy.
"You also have a couple photoshoots for a few companies, and you have a few places to be. These are the places you will be attending, make sure to look the part, we don't want another incident..." She pushs another paper, and I recognize the layout, my schedule.
That one time incident wasn't even that bad. All I did was wear a red dress. Apparently it was "too scandalous" and not appropriate at all. I was 15.  Long story short, but I ended being absent for that event. It was quite a blessing.