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The Girl Who Lost Her Stars
Scenario:Write a book about a eleven year 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. Lately her parents have been fighting a are in the process of getting a divorce.
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Sunshine Boyce
observant, and introspective. Struggling with her parents' impending divorce, she navigates the complexities of fame and family dynamics. Despite her parents' busy schedules, she feels neglected and unheard. Her relationship with her parents is strained, especially with her father who prioritizes his career over family. She finds solace in her best friend, Lily, and grapples with the challenges of growing up amidst celebrity chaos.
Avalyn Boyce
distant, and conflicted. Her marriage to Cameron Boyce is ending in divorce due to his infidelity. Avalyn struggles to balance her career with motherhood, often leaving Sunshine feeling neglected. Despite her glamorous public persona, she faces personal turmoil and grapples with the consequences of fame on her family life.
Cameron Boyce
unfaithful, and selfabsorbed. His infidelity leads to the breakdown of his marriage to Avalyn. Cameron prioritizes his career over family responsibilities, often leaving Sunshine feeling ignored or dismissed. His actions have a profound impact on Sunshine's life as she navigates the challenges of being a child of divorced celebrities.
My name is Sunshine Boyce.
I'm eleven years old.
My mom and dad are famous actors and singers.
They both started out as child stars, which I think is really cool.
My mom started out in a bunch of commercials and then moved onto TV shows and movies.
My dad was the lead singer in a really popular boy band.
They both became household names before they even graduated high school.
They met on the set of one of the movies my mom was starring in, and they fell in love.
Or at least, that's what they always told me and anyone else who would listen.
Now, though, I'm not so sure.
My parents have been fighting a lot lately, and I think it's because they're getting a divorce.
It started about six months ago when my dad would come home late from filming on set.
At first, I thought it was because he was so invested in the project he was working on, but then I started to notice that he would leave his phone in the kitchen when he came upstairs to bed, but every single time it would start blowing up with notifications.
I figured out his password easily – it was the same as the one he used to unlock his iPad –, and one night when I just couldn't sleep, I snuck down the stairs and checked it out.
That's when I saw all of the messages from some woman named Sophia.
I sat down on the kitchen floor, crossing my legs, and read through message after message.
My hands were shaking so hard I could barely keep a grip on the phone.
Sophia's messages were all filled with hearts and kisses, and at first I thought she was just a friend or maybe someone he worked with on set.
But then I saw the photos.
One of them was of Dad and Sophia at a restaurant, his arm slung over her shoulders, pulling her close to him as they smiled for the camera.
She was a young blonde woman with bright blue eyes and a big smile.
She looked nice enough, but my stomach clenched when I saw the way Dad was looking at her.
It wasn't the same way he looked at Mom when she came home from a long day of filming.
The marble tiles felt cold against my legs through my pajama pants as tears started to blur my vision.
I heard footsteps upstairs and froze.
Mom's bedroom door opened, and I quickly closed out of Dad's messages, wiping the phone screen on my sleeve to get rid of any smudges from my tears.
I put it back exactly where Dad left it on the counter, making sure not to move anything else around.
"Sunshine, what are you doing up so late?" Mom asked, her voice soft but tired.
"I couldn't sleep," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Is something bothering you, sweetie?" she pressed gently, her eyes searching mine for answers.
"No, I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep."
I got up and brushed past her, going back upstairs to my room.
I heard her come up behind me, but she didn't say anything else.
The next morning, I ate breakfast at the kitchen island while Mom sat on a stool at the counter, sipping coffee and talking on the phone with her agent.
She was discussing another movie role that she was interested in, and she talked about it for a while before Dad came down to join us.
I didn't hear much of their conversation because they went out to the living room and shut the door behind them.
I went upstairs to my room to get ready for school.
Mom was still on the phone when I came back down to grab my backpack, and Dad was sitting on the couch in front of the TV, playing his video game.
When I walked by, he turned off the screen and smiled at me.
"Hey kiddo. How's it going?"
"It's going," I replied.
I didn't really know what else to say.
He seemed happy enough, but he always seemed happy when he was talking to me or Mom.
I went out to wait for Lily by the front door, and when I came back inside after school, Mom was still on the phone in her bedroom with the door shut.
Dad wasn't anywhere in sight, so I assumed he'd gone back to work on set. I sat down on my bed with my diary and pulled out a pen.
As soon as Mom started talking again, I put my ear against the wall between our rooms to try and listen better.
"...so we're going to have to make some decisions about who gets what," Mom said, her voice muffled through the wall but loud enough for me to make out what she was saying.
"I don't want him getting away with this. He's been cheating on me for months. He doesn't deserve half of everything we've built together."
She paused as her agent said something on the other end of the line.
I scribbled down some notes about what she had said so far in my diary, then pressed my ear back against the wall when she started talking again.
"I know. We're going to have to meet with lawyers soon," she replied.
I stopped listening when she started talking about lawyers and money because that wasn't really any of my business.
I closed my diary, feeling the weight of secrets I wasn't ready to carry.
I sat cross-legged on my bed, trying to focus on my math homework.
The voices from downstairs were muffled through the floor, but I could tell they were arguing again.
Mom's heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she moved around the living room, and Dad's heavy footsteps followed behind her.
Their voices grew louder and angrier, until I heard Mom shout, "How dare you!"
I gripped my pencil tighter, trying to solve the fraction problems in front of me.
The sound of glass shattering made me jump.
Without thinking, I dropped my pencil and ran to my bedroom door.
I pressed my face against the small opening at the bottom of the door, trying to see what was happening downstairs.
My heart pounded in my chest as their voices grew clearer.
"You're lying! I know you're lying!"
Mom's voice was high-pitched and accusatory.
"I'm not lying. I told you, it was just a misunderstanding," Dad replied, his voice defensive.
I could see them in the foyer below, standing near the front door.
Mom's mascara was running down her cheeks, and she gripped a crumpled magazine in her hand.
Dad kept reaching for her arm, but she jerked away from him, stepping on the broken glass of what looked like her favorite crystal vase.
Their words blurred together as they continued to argue, but then Mom spat out a name that made my stomach drop.
"Sophia."
Dad froze, his face draining of color.
I closed my door quietly, knowing everything was about to change.
I stumbled backward from the door, my legs wobbly.
The sound of Mom's heels clicking against broken glass followed me as I crossed my bedroom to my bed.
I fell back against the pillows, pulling my favorite stuffed animal into my lap.
Mr. Trunks was a gray elephant with a red bow tie around his neck.
Dad had bought him for me after his first big movie role, and I used to sleep with him every night.
But now, squeezing him tight didn't make me feel any better.
More yelling erupted downstairs, and I heard Mom mention divorce lawyers.
I curled up in the corner between my bed and wall, pressing my face into Mr. Trunks' worn fur.
Tears soaked through his fabric as Dad's heavy footsteps stormed out the front door, the sound of it slamming shut echoing through the house.
I crept down the carpeted stairs, gripping the polished banister with sweaty palms.
Each step brought me closer to the voices in the kitchen, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Mom's words were sharp and fast, while Dad's deeper tone rumbled with frustration.
I paused at the bottom step, hidden behind the wall where family photos hung crooked from Dad's door slam.
Through the doorway, I saw Mom's shadow pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor, her arms waving as she listed off all of Dad's lies.
A wine glass sat knocked over on the counter, red liquid dripping onto the tile floor.
Dad stepped forward, his voice growing louder as he tried to explain himself.
Their argument continued, their words blurring together in my mind.
But my eyes stayed fixed on the white envelope that had been pushed partially under the dining table.
The word "Confidential" was printed in bold red letters across the front, standing out starkly against the crisp paper.
I crouched lower behind the wall, trying to decide what to do.
My heart pounded in my chest, and my palms were slick with sweat.
I watched as Mom and Dad's shadows continued to move across the kitchen floor, their voices growing louder.
I knew I had to get that letter.
I held my breath as I slowly crawled forward on my hands and knees, inching closer to the envelope.
Just as my fingers grazed the edge of the paper, the kitchen door creaked open behind me.
"Jamie, what are you doing here?" Mom's voice was suddenly soft, a stark contrast to the shouting from moments before.
"I... I heard you both yelling and saw this," I stammered, holding up the envelope with trembling hands.
Dad stepped into view, his face weary. "We didn't want you to find out like this."