In the almost two weeks since that night on the beach I'd seen Logan five times. We had one last weekend before school started and things got insanely busy for me again with all the assignments and extracurriculars I had, never mind babysitting. But I'd managed to make time for boyfriends in all of that before, so I didn't see any reason why this
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"Well, we're not living Laguna Beach," I commented to Meg to a small shrug. "But most of the stuff that happens in this town ends up painted all over the news anyway, so... we're close to being some trashy reality show."
I wanted to comment to her that on camera was on camera. It was acting more or less, you just had different lines and different delivery. You were fed what others wanted you to say and you were there because you were a pretty face. At least with acting it required some form of talent - ... usually.
"I have seen the occasional school play. At least you have some shred of preternatural skill." Which was more than I could say for my own father who made millions a picture and kept producing them despite script or subject matter. "Not like I actually promote the acting life. Like you said, you like kids too... that's something." It spoiled people. My entire family were actors and I had to say that sometimes they played their roles to perfection. We all did.
Madison was probably already trying to perfect how to numb herself with Vicodin or anything else. She'd end up getting her pre-nuptial agreement and if she was ever bored with her life she could take the sucker she married for half of what he owned or more. No, I wasn't going to end up like that and sure I'd still have money by the time I was 30 - if I even made it there - but it wasn't as if I didn't fit into the category our peers had created for themselves more or less.
I couldn't help but crack a smile. Meg was like no other 09er out there. She wasn't vain and she'd actually work for what she wanted - as long as it was honest work. "I could never work at McDonald's," I told her, a little amused. And it wasn't even about social status. I just couldn't... work there.
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"So my constantly getting the lead has nothing to do with my social status within the school?" I asked in mock surprise. "How did I not know I actually had skills?" I added, laughing. Sure, part of it me knew it was made easier by the fact that casting the head cheerleader in the lead role could draw ticket sales if only from the guys who featured her in their fantasies and the girls who wanted to be her. It was good business sense in that regard. Thankfully, I made a point of ensuring I deserved it.
"Honestly, as much as I enjoy acting, and as fascinating as journalism is, - which by the way does require research and writing skills in addition to being 'on' for the camera -" I added, complete with air-quotes, "I really do thinking running a daycare or a pre-school is where I'd be happiest. Besides, when I get to a point where I want to have a family of my own, I could keep working and not feel like I'm abandoning them in favour of work or vice versa." I explained. I'd put a lot of thought into this for a senior in high school, but at least my life is well-rounded enough that I'd considered a lot of options. Family is what's most important to me. I'd probably love social work, but I'd be away from them too much. This way I could be a hands on mother and not have to depend on my future husband for everything like my mom does my dad. That independence is something needed in order for me to feel safe, I think.
"I know, I know, with my GPA, I should have loftier goals, right?" I questioned with a smile as one spread across his lips and he admitted he could never work at McDonald's. "Whatever gets the bills paid, right?" Once I left that house, I wasn't going back. I wouldn't survive. I just needed to get Grace out somehow. Lizzie was free in a year or so. She'd be gone the second she turned 18.
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