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Three years earlier.

I was born into a life of fame and wealth. It sounds great to anyone on the outside, the perfect life.

However, my life is a little more complicated on the inside.

My name is Marnie Love, and I'm the only daughter of Mason Love, the rock star legend and Mariah Love, a rock singer and model.

I was born in Los Angeles on November 4th 1998 while my parents were at the height of their fame. Unfortunately, my father passed away when I was just five years old due to an overdose of alcohol and drugs.

It was tough growing up under the watchful eye of the media, my mom retired early to take care of me and I grew up homeschooled for many years.

She was never her fiery, bubbly self after my father died. To this day she remains heartbroken and drowns herself in alcohol and money. I'm glad she's at least sober of drugs because I spent the majority of my childhood being looked after by my Nanny Grace while my mother checked into rehab.

Luckily Nanny Grace is my next legal guardian, although we aren't related, she's in her late fifties and she looked after my mother when she was a small child. I trust her more than I trust my mother -- as bad as that sounds.

I love my mom, but we were never really close.

I don't have any friends, it's just me, my mom and Nanny Grace. My mom is finding everything a little difficult -- so she turns to alcohol. She still suffers from a broken heart due to my father's passing, I think a piece of her soul died that day as well. I don't blame him for leaving us, we just miss him.

I hardly remember much of him, I recall little memories of his voice singing me to sleep and the soft melody of his guitar. The most vivid one is when we were at the park and I was on his shoulders giggling as I ruffled his messy hair. Those memories deteriorate over time though I try my best to keep them close to my heart.

I'm seventeen, and tomorrow I start at a new school. I've begged and begged my mother for years and she shut me down. I don't know how it happened or the reason for it -- but she finally caved.

That was months ago, right now I feel a nervous wreck since I've never stepped foot into a public high school before. Nanny Grace thinks it will be good for me and I agree, I get to make new friends. A new life.

I've spent years being homeschooled, and I've never felt I belonged anywhere.

Tomorrow will be different. I'll be the new girl who gets invited to all the hot parties and be a normal teenager for once in her life. I won't be the mundane girl who sits at home reading, playing the piano and listening to internet trolls speaking badly about my deceased father and my struggling mother. I will start fresh.

The world will see me from a new perspective, I hope.

I wake up early, I already have my outfit ready in the morning sprawled over the sofa in my bedroom. I grab my oversized denim jacket, and jeans and pair them with a white t-shirt and matching vans. My platinum blonde hair falls in messy waves after my morning shower and I leave it to naturally dry.

My mother is known for her iconic long blonde hair. She has a full head of dirty blonde hair, doe brown eyes and a pretty smile. People often say I look like her, but the only difference is that I have my father's striking vivid blue eyes and golden hair. I dyed it when I was sixteen because I wanted to look different. I was sick of people constantly comparing me to either my mother or father. I've always desired bleach-blonde hair, it made me look older and my eyes brighter. So I bought a cheap box of dye and spent the afternoon colouring my hair. As my hair started to grow, it was harder to maintain a clean colour. Nowadays, I pay for a hairdresser to come to the house.

I quickly apply some black mascara, black liner and cherry lip gloss before grabbing my new school bag and heading out the door to my car sitting in the driveway.

I passed my driving test a few months after my seventeenth birthday and bought a white Jeep with the money my dad left behind before he died. My mom was pissed. She has a confident and fiery personality, but my mom is fierce, selfish and manipulative when you get on her wrong side, she likes to spend my dad's money on herself. Some of the fights we've had has left me pretty drained, especially as she's constantly getting blackout drunk every night. I leave her to it most of the time. I gave up after getting nowhere with the repeated arguments day in and day out.

I guess that's another reason why I'm excited to be getting out into the real world. I want to make new friends so badly and I want people to know me for me -- instead of that girl who's the daughter of a superstar. Sometimes I wish I wasn't that girl.

The drive to school sparks nerves to roll off me in waves, it's an exhilarating new experience for me. I want to make a good first impression after all.

I pull up at an available space near the front of the school's entrance. I hop out of my vehicle and grab my backpack. The adrenaline due to my nerves has made me flustered and my hands are clammy.

I need to calm down.

I just wish no one would recognise me, although the chances are pretty slim.

My nerves escalate as I walk through the busy corridors, feeling people's eyes on me. I immediately feel anxious, like I'm being looked through a microscope. I mentally groan when I hear the whispers of students around me.

'Is that Marnie Love, THE Marnie Love?'

'She looks just like him,'

'I think she looks like her mother,'

'Her dad was such a legend, what a shame,'

'Her Mom was banging back in the day, hell, I would 100% bang her daughter,'

Ugh, this is turning out to be a fantastic day. Note the sarcasm.

I start to feel self-conscious as I hear people whispering and glaring. I thought I'd be welcomed with open arms, foolishly I thought wrong. Looking at these students in the hallway, I feel like an outcast.

What the heck did you think, Marnie? Just because you're famous doesn't mean you'll be popular at your new school.

I need to stop watching teen movies, I've never been to a public school before so I have no clue what to expect.

I walk up to a boy with bright orange hair, freckles on his face and a happy, friendly grin. "Hey, would you be able to point me in the direction of the main office?"

The boy looks at my body up and down, analysing me. He recognises me almost instantly. "You're Marnie Love," he states, not questions.

"Umm yeah." What do I say?

He watches me with an impassive expression before smirking, eyes glinting. "Yeah, it's outside, behind the building on your left." he points down the corridor and I follow his gaze.

Phew.

I smile at the boy. "Thanks, I'm sorry what's your name?"

"Ezra," he says.

"Thanks, Ezra." I start making my way towards the back of the building when the last bell for first period goes so I hurry my steps.

Damn, I didn't realise I'm so late.

By the time I get there I glance around me in confusion, where is the building?

All I see is a wide green field which I assume is the soccer field. As I look over at the school behind me, my face drops into a frown. I see the boy with orange hair, Ezra grinning and laughing with his friends through the windows.

Heat crawls in my face. I fell for a typical new student prank.

Great. Just great.

I make it to first period half an hour late since I had to make a stop at the reception desk to ask where my class was. I thought my morning couldn't get any worse, but when I stepped inside the classroom -- the whole class bursts into laughter.

At the back I spot Ezra, clapping hands with another boy. This was the room I saw them laughing from.

"Okay everyone, that's enough." a man with thick-lensed glasses and gelled-back hair steps forward. "Since it's your first day Miss Love, I'll let this slide. However, I won't tolerate you walking into my class late, now please take a seat."

I nod my head and walk to the only available spot near the front of the class. I feel everyone's curious stares on my back and a cold shiver runs down my spine.

I hope the rest of my day is better.

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