The next morning, I am walking into science class when Austin enters and slides into a seat next to me. Her face is gleeful. That is not a good sign. Tucked under her arm is her iPad with its baby blue leather case. She leans over my desk and shows me what's on the screen.

"Look, Micah," she says, sneering. "It appears you're officially famous."

I look down at the screen. Shit, that stupid reporter.

The cover is a picture of me, and it just so happens to be my school picture from 8th Grade, which was the year I refused to show my teeth and instead came up with a smile that slightly resembled The Joker. Scattered around my horrifying face are pictures of my mother, Alex, Nick, Jaimie Riece, and some random person. The headlines say in bold pink lettering "Micah Tanner spreads lies about Lauren Tanner's pregnancy". Great, now the media has labeled me as a liar.

I try to not give Austin any satisfaction by reacting, but I can't help but grit my teeth. She smirks menacingly and swipes to the article.

I start to read it.

Article courtesy of Rhina Fabel, it says at the top. Of course.

Micah Tanner, the 15-year-old daughter of Blessed and Cursed's Lauren Tanner has been caught spreading false information about her mother. Our team spoke with Micah regarding a rumor at the residence of Athena and Eddie Kovsky, both former screenwriters for the most recent season of her mother's show.

"No," the girl replied when we questioned her about her mother's famous pregnancy. She appeared to be cross about the whole thing. When we spoke with Tanner's Manager Kevin Orsk about this rumor, he refused to reveal any facts. However, he revealed that Tanner's bodyguard, Alexander Turner, is a charming young gentleman. Through further research, we found some very interesting information on Turner.

At age 26, Turner is almost 10 years younger than his client, Lauren Tanner. Despite the age difference, they seem to have something in common: acting. He is scheduled to have an appearance on The Everyday Show with Chase Vanderyacht on Tuesday night. While snooping in Turner's past, we found out that his former high school sweetheart, Samantha Watson, gave birth to a girl, now five years old. He also is from Seattle, Washington, and began his career working as a model and small-time actor, most prominently seen in Taylor Minaj and Nikki Swift videos.

Apparently, Lauren found him at a party celebrating the end of the screening for a movie she starred in. Turner had been there with a friend who also played a small role. At first, the two hit it off with lots of flirting. Turner found her to be "the most talented and beautiful women ever", says  L-Tan.com. Lauren immediately wanted him in another way: as an employee. She hired him immediately, and, though at first Turner was still in love with her, they formed a great friendship.

But now, many question the facts. Is there still only friendship between them? Or has it formed into something else?

Glam Weekly has found convincing evidence supporting the theory of Lauren's pregnancy. Many of Turner's associates agree, and the pair themselves have been acting differently now. Our reporters are quite convinced, along with the rest of the media, that the two have hooked up.

I slam the iPad down on Austin's desk, almost cracking the screen. Austin snatches it away before I can damage it any further, recognizing my anger.

"So, what do you think?" she asks, smirking again.

I glare at her, feeling a low growl rising in my throat. Who does that reporter think she is?! I'll bet all of the information about Alex is fake too. And plus, now I'm the lie-spreader. Great.

"Class!" our teacher shouts, gathering our attention. 

I glare at Austin again, then pull out my notebook and look up front.

Our science teacher, Ms. Holmes, never wears makeup. She hasn't a care in the world about trends and fashion, and she would be my favorite teacher if it weren't for the amount of homework she assigns over the summer. Pages and pages of reading and citing and quoting and shit like that.

"We are going to review our notes on the periodic table before our test today," she tells us, gesturing for us to do so.

I rip my notes out of my black binder and begin to stare them down, trying my best to memorize as much as I can. I really don't care about this test. Even if I fail, chances are the teachers will give me a good grade anyway because every time I earn something lower than a B, my mother gives the teacher a nasty phone call and won't let up until they either let me retake it or give me a better grade.

Last year was my freshman year, and there were a lot of failed tests. I remember one time I did alright and earned a C, but mother wouldn't take that. She grabbed up the phone and called the principal, reporting that my math teacher had been giving out false grades. Since it was "The Famous Lauren Tanner", the principal actually suspended the teacher for "purposefully making students fail". The next day at school consisted of a lot of blushing.

I notice that everyone else in the room around me is focused intently on their notes, so I try to do the same. I stare at the colors and letters of the periodic table that I have never have understood.

Au, gold. I think, trying to make some point out of this time. Pt, platinum. That one is easy enough, but there's no "au" in "gold". I am perplexed.

After the science test which I most likely bombed, I struggle out of the classroom when the bell sounds. Science is my last period of the day, so I rush to my locker. I stuff my binder into my small backpack, zipping it up quickly. Hoping to beat the hoard of people at the front doors, I swing my pack over my shoulder and start speed-walking to the exit.

"Hey!" a boy shouts. 

I turn to see him waving me over. Confused, I walk slowly toward him. Do I know you? I wonder.

The boy grins broadly, brushing back his greasy brown hair. "I'm Norman," he announces. "And you're Lauren Tanner's daughter."

I nod slowly, narrowing my eyes.

"Meghan, right?" he clarifies.

I snort. You think you can get to me, huh?   Well, it's not easy when you don't know my name. I storm away, heading right for the door.

"Wait! Will you go to the dance with me?" Norman hollers, trying again.

Ignoring him, I dash out the purple double-doors and begin sprinting for the black Mercedes that is lying in wait. I hop into the car, nodding to Alex. I buckle my seat belt and plop my backpack in the seat beside me.

As the car pulls away, I stare out the window, admiring the throng of teenagers waiting in the crowded bus stop. I have never had to do that. Even though their parents are also celebrities, most of them aren't as rich as I am, and they don't have their personal chauffeur. Although I hate my lifestyle, I suppose my mother's fame does have its benefits.

I smile as happiness pulses through me. All I can think is: I have a date tonight.