"MELISSA CAMILLE ROSS! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM CALLING YOU!" I heard my mother shout up the stairs to me. I forced my face further into my pillow, groaning. It wasn't just the early wake-up call; I have also always hated it when she calls me by my full name. I swear, she only ever does it to annoy me. I prefer Mel. Mel Ross, that's me.
I waited a few minutes in bed, trying to not go back to sleep, no matter how much my aching bones protested. I finally decided I should get up for school because my full name came fighting up the staircase again. It wasn't like I had far to go really, I'm home-schooled. I get taught from my living room, but you'd swear I was going to miss the bus or something the way my mother kept yelling at me. I managed to drag myself over to my closet and pull open the doors. One of the best reasons to be homeschooled is the no uniform policy. I know a lot of elementary schools have that anyway, but the only elementary school by me was a private one-With a uniform!
I pulled out my favorite t-shirt; white with “People are like Slinkies, totally useless, yet absolutely hilarious to watch fall down the stairs!” written in black on it. I then pulled on my black skinny jeans and red converse. Mom says that I'm obsessed with my red converse, but I only ever started wearing them because Ryan Ross has the exact same pair as me. I love Ryan Ross! He is the most amazing singer and the best actor in the whole world of Hollywood. I know what you're thinking now; Ross? Yeah, it's also my surname, but we're not related. If we were, I would have firstly had a heart attack. But I've never even met the guy, though my biggest wish always was.
"Mel." My mother greeted me as I walked into the kitchen, still half asleep and barely able to make out where she was sitting. "How nice of you to finally join us." She spoke with sarcasm in her voice. I rolled my honey eyes and took a seat at the table. I guess I should probably mention when my mother said 'us', she didn't mean her and my father. No. She meant her and my tutor, Mr. Havard. I don't have a father, end of discussion.
"MELISSA!" I snapped my head up from the desk so fast I gave myself whip lash. "Pay attention!" Mr. H. was always bitchy to me. I never liked him. When he turned back to the board, I gave him a good go at with my finger. I swear, the adults in my life are no fun. I'm not really a good listener. At least that's what my mom says, anyway. I have a short attention span, whatever that means. I can't help it, honestly. I'm ten years old and just don't like getting told what to do. It's not that hard to understand when you think about it with your brain, not your butt.
School was boring and I was never good at it. Mr. H. was a real bore; all he wanted me to do was learn stuff. Sometimes, I wished I could go to school like everyone else my age. Most of the time I wished I was normal like everyone else my age. I guess I forgot to mention the most important part of my life-I'm a child actress. I've always loved acting and being center of attention, really. I started at a stage school when I was very young and got chosen to be on an episode of Barney when I was six. So, my big break was alongside a giant purple dinosaur. What a great kick into show business that was. But, hey, I have to give the guy a break; he did make my career for me. Ever since then, I have been acting non-stop. Well, almost non-stop, anyway. But, I never got to meet big stars, though. Only the people I worked long side with. After that, I never saw them again unless we were staring in another movie together. I didn't go to big, swanky parties like everyone would think a celebrity would do. Truth is, I'm not really a celebrity. Okay, I am a celebrity. But I'm not treated like one. My mother wants me to be treated like an ordinary girl. So, if she wants me to be an ordinary girl, why am I home-schooled?
I stood in the doorway as I watched Mel cleaning her room. She isn't to be trusted to do things like that on her own. She can be so devious when she wants to be. I guess she gets that from Ryan. If only she knew the truth. But I could never tell her the truth with the way she would act. She practically worships he ground he walks on, though she has never met him. I have never let her come close enough to even meet someone who has met him. I know my daughter hates me for wanting her to be treated normal when she is far from it in most respects, but if I somehow bumped into Ryan or someone noticed how similar-looking Mel was to Ryan, she would have easily worked some sort of connection out, she definitely got her brains from him.
I don't have the heart to tell her, it will either break her heart or get her over-excited. It isn't a good thing, either way. The devious part of her is part of what she got from me. She got almost all her looks from Ryan. She has his death pale skin, not my lightly tanned skin. She has his precious chestnut locks, not my auburn ones. She has his beautiful honey eyes, not my baby blue ones. I think that's the best part of her. Her eyes. Sometimes, I could just stare into them for hours, like I used to with Ryan when I was younger. I felt as though I was connected to him again when I watched my daughter. I know I wanted to forget about Ryan, I had tried to so many times before, but how could I wipe him from my mind when the one thing to help me remember was always in front of me?
Her personality, on the other hand, is like mine was when I was a child. Always getting into trouble. Constantly playing pranks. It can be pretty irritating, but that's the price I have to pay. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I love Mel; I wouldn't change her for the world. She's my baby girl, my only baby girl. She's all I have in this world, now. I haven't been able to start dating again since I left Ryan. We never broke up, so I feel as if I'd be cheating on him. A stupid idea, I know. But I guess it's just an excuse. Ryan was my first, Ryan was always going to be there no matter what I did or who I dated. Everyone has baggage, mine just so happens to be the perfect rock star boy I never stopped loving.
"Mom, can I go play on the PS3, now?" Mel piped up, taking me away from my trance. I gave one look over her unusually clean room and nodded my head. Supervision worked, even if I hadn't really been watching. At least the underside of Mel's bed was as spotless as the rest of the floor for once. Mel ran past me and down to the living room. I have to admit, I do spoil her, but she works hard for everything she had. She's been an actress for the past four years of her life, but I haven't allowed her to have the money she earns. I keep it locked away in a bank account and only spent it on her when I think she deserves a treat.
For as long as she's been an actress, I've been her agent, her manager, the one who gets her the work. It's only fair that I'm in charge of my daughter's life and not some uptight, old woman who knows nothing about my daughter. I prefer to know what's going on and when it's going to happen. I like having such an easy relationship with Mel.
Me being her agent has always kept us close. I gave up on becoming a lawyer after I gave birth to Mel. I decided to skip college. I never got a degree and therefore couldn't really earn a good living for either of us. Being a mom was a full time job for me. Aunt Sophie didn't want me to become a lawyer, anyway. She didn't care what I did with my life as long as I could take care of myself and Melissa. And I didn't do what my parents wanted me to do all along. I became an independent person once again.
Of course, I being an agent to only my daughter did also have it'd down points. I never earned any money myself. All the money coming into the house was through Mel and her acting. I felt terrible inside at the best of times. How much pressure did that put on my ten year old to do the best she could? A lot! Mel found it quite fun, almost like a game to her. But it hurt me a lot to think that I had to depend on my daughter for money. Then again, that is the price I had to pay for my mistakes in life.