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The Girl Who Crushed On A Star
Scenario:A twelve years old girl named Sunshine Boyce that deals with the pressure of having famous actors that started their careers out as child stars and singers Avalyn and Cameron Boyce as her parents. Her best friend is Chloe Kenshin who parents are also famous actors that started their careers out as child stars. Lately sunshine has been developing a crush over Jayden Brooks who's parents are also famous actors that started their careers out as child stars. Jayden Chloe and sunshine all go to the same school called Los Angeles Prep and live on the same street. Lately sunshine has been feeling as her parents have been paralyzing her as they been setting new ground rules around the house. Right now Sunshine's parents are in the middle of a divorce which is the reason for the new set of ground rules.
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Sunshine Boyce
rebellious, and introspective. Growing up in a celebrity family, she struggles with her parents' fame and the pressure it puts on her life. Her parents' impending divorce adds to her stress. She develops a crush on Jayden Brooks, who lives nearby. Her best friend Chloe Kenshin provides support during this tumultuous time.
Avalyn Boyce
protective, and conflicted. Her marriage to Cameron Boyce is ending in divorce, causing tension at home. Avalyn struggles to balance her career with being a mother to Sunshine, often leaving her daughter feeling neglected or judged.
Cameron Boyce
distant, and conflicted. His marriage to Avalyn Boyce is ending in divorce, affecting his relationship with Sunshine. Despite his fame, he appears disconnected from his daughter's life and struggles to connect with her.
My name is Sunshine Boyce.
I'm twelve years old and my parents are Avalyn and Cameron Boyce.
Yeah, that's right, the famous freaking actors.
They both started out as child actors and singers.
Yeah, I know it sucks, but hey at least I have my best friend Chloe Kenshin.
Her parents are also famous actors that started out as child actors and singers.
They were actually in the same group as my mom as a child actress and singer.
Yep, sucky luck.
But hey, at least we all live on the same street and go to the same school, Los Angeles Prep School.
My mom was part of a famous girl group called AOTG (Angels Of The Girls) and my dad was part of a famous boy band called VP (Vampire Peiers).
Yep, I know it's lame.
My dad and his group mates all went their separate ways and he started acting.
He landed a few Disney channel movies and a few cartoons where he was the voice of the main character.
He even had his own show on Disney channel.
It was called "Cameron" and he played a fifteen year old boy who had to take care of his little sister and two little brothers all by himself.
The show was very popular and it lasted three seasons.
After that he landed a few Nickelodeon movies and a few cartoons where he was the voice of one of the main characters.
He even had his own show on Nickelodeon.
My mom and her group mates did the same thing.
She was in a few movies and TV shows and she even had her own show on Nickelodeon.
Her show was called "Avalyn" and it was about a fourteen year old girl who has to take care of her little sister and brother.
Her show lasted four seasons.
After that, both my parents started doing adult acting.
They both were very successful in their acting careers.
My dad won a few awards for his acting and my mom even won an Oscar.
She is also known as America's Sweetheart.
Now my dad is known as one of the hottest guys in Hollywood.
My parents got married when they were both twenty-one years old and I was born two years later.
They have been married for ten years now, but recently they have been going through some problems.
They have been arguing a lot lately, so they decided to get a divorce. They didn't want me to know because they thought it would hurt me, so they made up this lie about me being too old to go on tour with them this summer.
I didn't believe them at first, but then they started setting new rules for me to follow around the house and I knew something was up.
I'm sitting at the kitchen counter picking at my cereal with a spoon while Mom paces back and forth on her phone.
She hangs up after a few minutes and turns around to look at me.
She has that look in her eyes, you know the one where she says another rule that I have to follow?
I hate that look; it pisses me off every time she gives it to me.
"No more sleepovers at Chloe's," she says, not even looking at me as she types away on her phone.
I drop my spoon into my bowl, splashing milk all over my hand and the counter.
"But why?"
I ask. She doesn't answer me; she just continues typing away on her phone.
Dad walks into the kitchen, grabs his coffee cup, and heads straight for the door without even looking at us or saying good morning.
Before he reaches the door Mom calls out, "We need to discuss Sunshine's new schedule."
He stops for a second and nods stiffly before walking out the door without even glancing at us.
I dump my soggy cereal in the sink and head upstairs to my room, slamming the door harder than necessary.
I look out the window and see Chloe walking down the street with her parents.
They are laughing and talking like a normal family.
I wish I had a normal family like hers.
My phone buzzes on my bed, so I walk over and pick it up.
It's a text from Chloe asking if I want to walk to school together.
Before I can even reply, Mom barges into my room without even knocking.
"I'm going to drive you to school from now on," she says, not even looking at me as she scrolls through her phone.
"But why?"
I ask.
She doesn't answer me; she just continues scrolling through her phone.
"Mom, why won't you answer me?"
I ask again.
She finally looks up at me with that look in her eyes again.
"I need to maintain appearances for the media," she says, still typing away on her phone. "You're twelve years old; you don't need a bodyguard," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
She doesn't even look up at me; she just continues typing away on her phone.
"Besides, you're getting a divorce. Why do you need to keep up appearances?"
I ask her angrily.
She finally looks up at me and glares at me before turning back to her phone.
"Just get ready for school," she says coldly.
I sigh heavily and plop down on my bed, pulling out my phone and texting Chloe back with a sad face emoji.
I realize that my life is just another script they're trying to control.
I march down the stairs with heavy steps, my backpack thumping against each stair to announce my presence.
Mom stands by the front door, still absorbed in her phone screen, probably messaging her publicist about damage control.
The morning sunlight streaming through our floor-to-ceiling windows illuminates the tension between us.
I plant myself directly in front of her, blocking her path to the door.
"I know about the divorce papers," I say firmly, watching her fingers freeze mid-text.
"I found them in Dad's office last week."
Mom's face pales as she finally looks up from her phone.
"Sunshine, you weren't supposed to see those," she says, her voice trembling slightly.
"Why didn't you just tell me the truth?" I demand, my frustration boiling over.
"We wanted to protect you," she replies softly, her eyes searching mine for understanding.
I scoff, shaking my head.
"Protect me from what? Protect me from the truth?"
I ask, my voice rising.
"Why can't I go to Chloe's anymore? Why do you have to drive me everywhere now?"
I demand, my words spilling out in a rush.
Mom sets her phone down on the entryway table and turns to face me fully.
"These rules aren't fair," I continue, my voice cracking with emotion.
"I'm not a baby!"
She takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice measured.
"Sunshine, you're right. You're not a baby. But as my daughter, you're part of this family's public image. The paparazzi will be all over us once the divorce is announced. We need to maintain a certain image for the sake of our careers," she explains, her eyes pleading for me to understand.
I shake my head again, feeling a surge of defiance.
"Is this because of the divorce? Because everyone's going to find out anyway," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
The word 'divorce' seems to catch in Mom's throat as she winces slightly.
"We can talk about this later," she says softly, reaching for me.
I step back, avoiding her touch.
"No, Mom. I want answers now," I say firmly. She sighs heavily and picks up her phone again.
"I have to go. I'll be late for my meeting," she says, turning toward the door.
I follow her closely, feeling like a prisoner in my own home.
As we reach the front door, I grab the scripts that are sitting on the entryway table and throw them across the room.
Pages scatter everywhere as they hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Sunshine," Mom says sharply, turning around to look at me with a mixture of shock and disappointment on her face.
I follow Mom out to the car, still seething about the scripts.
As she starts the engine, I press on.
"Why can't I just live normally? The divorce doesn't change who I am."
Mom grips the steering wheel tightly, her wedding ring noticeably absent.
"Sunshine, the media will be watching us more than ever. One wrong move and—" I cut her off before she can finish.
"So I'm supposed to hide from my best friend because of some tabloids?"
She pulls out of the driveway and into traffic, her jaw clenched tight.
"You don't understand how cruel people can be," she mutters.
I slump in my seat, watching Chloe and Jayden walk to school together through the window as we drive past them.
I slump against the car window, watching other kids walk freely to school while Mom navigates through traffic.
The silence between us is heavy, thick with unspoken words.
After a few blocks, I turn to face her, speaking softly.
"I know why you're worried, Mom. I really do. But I'm still me. And I want to keep being me."
She glances at me briefly before returning her gaze to the road ahead.
"What does that mean?" she asks warily.
I take a deep breath before continuing.
"I want to walk to school with Chloe. I want to hang out at her house after school. And I want to be treated like a normal kid, not some celebrity's kid."
Mom's grip on the steering wheel loosens slightly as she processes my words.
"And what about the media attention?" she asks hesitantly.
I shrug, looking out the window again.
"I know it's not going away anytime soon. But I can handle it. And if they see me living normally, maybe they'll get bored and move on."
Mom pulls into a parking spot near the school and turns off the engine.
Before I can open the door and exit, she reaches over and squeezes my hand gently. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at me intently.
"Sunshine," she says softly, "I just want what's best for you."
I nod slowly, feeling a mix of emotions swirl within me.
"I know," I say quietly.
"And I appreciate that. But sometimes what's best for me is just being able to live my life without all the extra drama."
Mom nods, releasing my hand as tears spill down her cheeks.
"Okay," she says softly.
"Just be careful, okay?"
I nod again, reaching for the door handle as Mom hands me a tissue from her purse.
I climb out of the car, scanning the sidewalk ahead.
Chloe and Jayden are already walking toward the school gates, their heads bent in conversation.
As I watch them, Mom calls out from the driver's seat.
"Don't forget I'm picking you up after school!"
I pretend not to hear her, jogging to catch up with my friends as they disappear into the sea of students.
Chloe is the first to notice me, waving enthusiastically as I fall into step beside them.
"Hey, Sunshine," she grins, and for the first time in weeks, I feel like everything might just be okay.
I fall into step beside them, trying to act nonchalant as I walk between Chloe and Jayden.
My heart pounds in my chest, my senses heightened by the proximity to the boy who's been occupying my thoughts lately.
Chloe turns to face me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Did you hear about the dance?"
Jayden groans beside her, rolling his eyes.
"My mom is already planning my outfit," he complains.
I snort, shaking my head.
"I doubt I'll even be allowed to go," I admit, feeling a pang of disappointment.
"With all the divorce drama going on, Mom will probably want to keep me out of the spotlight."
Chloe and Jayden both stop walking abruptly, turning to stare at me in surprise.
"You have to come," Chloe insists, grabbing my arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"It won't be the same without you."
Jayden nods in agreement, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my cheeks flush.
"You have to come," he echoes, his voice filled with conviction.
"It's not going to be the same without you."
I smile softly, feeling a sense of belonging wash over me.
"Thanks, guys," I say, feeling a sense of gratitude toward my friends.
"I'll do my best to convince Mom."
Chloe and Jayden both grin, resuming their walk as we approach the school's main entrance.
The morning sun casts a warm glow on the sidewalk ahead, illuminating the vibrant colors of the surrounding buildings.
As we near the glass doors that mark the school's entrance, I catch a glimpse of our trio reflected in their transparent surface.
Jayden stands tall and confident beside Chloe, while I trail slightly behind them, my backpack slung over one shoulder.
For a moment, I feel like just another anonymous face in the crowd, lost in a sea of students rushing to class.
But then Jayden's shoulder brushes against mine, sending a flutter through my chest.
I fidget nervously with the strap of my backpack as we push through the doors and into the school's bustling hallways. The sound of lockers opening and closing fills the air, mingling with the murmur of conversations as students prepare for their first class.
I take a deep breath, mentally rehearsing how I'll approach Mom about attending the dance tonight.
Chloe chatters excitedly about potential dress colors beside me, while Jayden holds open the door to our first class and motions for us to go ahead.
Before stepping inside, I glance back at him over my shoulder, meeting his gaze with a silent promise.
I sit through the morning's classes distracted, my mind still on the conversation with Mom that I know is coming.
During math, I scribble potential arguments in the margin of my notebook instead of equations.
How the dance is a normal school event, not some media circus that's going to draw unwanted attention.
That it's not like I'm asking to attend a red carpet event or something.
And how Dad would've said yes before all this started.
The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch and sending students rushing toward their next class.
I tear out the page from my notebook and carefully fold it, tucking it into my pocket as I stand up from the table.
Chloe passes me a note, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Meet us by the gym after school," it reads, "we've got a plan."
Jayden leans in, whispering conspiratorially, "Trust us, you're going to love it."
I nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension as I tuck the note into my pocket.
I walk home from school alone, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on my skin.
As I approach our house, I notice Mom's car already parked in the driveway.
I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for our impending conversation.
The afternoon light streams through the windows of our kitchen, casting a warm glow on Mom's face as she sits at the island, intently reviewing her latest movie script.
I clear my throat to announce my presence, and she glances up briefly, highlighter poised over the page.
"Hey, Sunshine," she says distractedly before returning her attention to her script.
I pull my folded notes from my pocket and lay them on the counter next to her steaming coffee mug.
She doesn't seem to notice them, too engrossed in her work to pay me much mind.
Before I can launch into my prepared speech about how the dance is just a normal school event, Mom's phone buzzes from where it lies beside her script.
I freeze, caught off guard by her sudden response.
She closes her laptop and pushes the script pages aside, actually pouring two cups of coffee and adding an extra splash of cream to mine, just like she used to before everything changed.
I clutch my prepared notes, crinkling the paper in my tight grip as she pulls out the chair next to her and pats it invitingly.
This feels like a trap, but I slowly slide onto the seat, watching her face for any sign that she's about to dismiss my request.
She takes a sip of coffee, setting her phone face-down on the counter beside her mug.
"Tell me more about this dance," she says, turning her attention fully to me for the first time in what feels like forever.
I meet her gaze, realizing this is my chance to bridge the distance between us.
"It's called 'Starry Night,'" I begin, sliding my notes onto the counter and smoothing them out.
"The gym will be transformed with twinkling lights and dark blue decorations. It's going to feel like we're in the night sky."
Mom's eyes flicker, her expression softening ever so slightly.
I sense a glimmer of hope, so I continue, "Chloe had the idea that we should all wear matching silver accessories to represent the stars."
She actually smiles at that, reaching out to touch my hair.
I lean into her touch, remembering how much I've missed this.
"And what about your dress?" she asks, setting her mug down.
"I was thinking of a dark blue one with tiny stars on it," I explain, pulling out my phone to show her the picture I've been eyeing online.
Mom takes the phone from me, scrolling through the images of different dresses before zooming in on the one I pointed out.
Her eyes soften as she examines it closely.
For a moment, it feels like old times.
She hands the phone back to me, her voice gentle.
"You know, your dad would have loved this idea," she says, a hint of nostalgia in her tone.
I nod, feeling a lump in my throat as I reply, "That's what I was thinking too."