January came and went, soon it was March, and that meant preparing for the AP tests. Soon I was stressed out beyond belief. If I wasn't at school, I was doing homework. I barely did anything that wasn't school related. School was my entire life. Cassidy and I were always studying for AP Bio at her house- I had yet to bring anyone home.

By the time the AP test came in April, we were ready, but we were exhausted. Once testing had ended, we pretty much didn't have anything else to do in class, meaning it was pretty much free time. Clubs began to wrap up, so Slowly I had more time in the evening and less stress. By the end of the school year, I had lost a good amount of weight from working more than eating.

We all went to the beach to have a good afternoon- Billie, mom and Jakob, Joey had gone back on tour. It was fun, my brother threw me in the ocean, so I threw sand at him. We played soccer and frisbee before we stopped to have lunch. Being there in that moment made me feel like a family member, I was no longer the forgotten about child, or the child that was adopted, I was theirs. But it didn't take long for the media to ruin my happiness. Apparently the paparazzi follow my father- more so than I thought they did, and took a lot of pictures of us- more importantly me. Soon it was on a lot of magazine covers that I was "too skinny" and "underweight". A bunch of bullshit interviewers tried to say I was too skinny, needed help and that my 'brush with fame' had taken a toll on me.

What had been a fun day on the beach, full of happy memories was now lulled over into sad reflections. I was content with my body, sure being taller never hurt, and having long hair was something I wanted- I always cut it too short and hate waiting it to grow out. But I was content with my body, I didn't have the biggest of butts but I didn't care, I'm not even 16 so what did it matter. The gossip sites were anything but kind. They said my hair was 'lifeless' due to my apparent 'eating disorder'.

After the media went batshit, mom came into my room and we had a talk. I had to explain that I've naturally been skinny, and that the stress of school was a lot. I was either not eating until everything got done or over eating to compensate. Despite eating nothing but junk food in the middle of the night, I still lost some weight. PE kept me active and so did drama.

I understood her concerns, but the media had made an issue of something that wasn't even an issue. By the middle of the summer, Billie had finished recording the album and everything that went with it. There was a lot, especially since they hadn't released anything in so long. Everything would pick up come October when it was to be released.

The Maine concert was amazing. I met the band afterwards- they had a thing about meeting them for free, because they would never make a fan pay money to meet them. They were all super nice. The pin on my leather jacket said, 'stay drunk on punk' and John told me to 'stay punk', to which I grinned and said, "Oh I will, its in my blood." They all laughed, and I said, "My dad is Billie Joe." They all laughed, it was a cool moment I wont be forgetting anytime soon.

It took some convincing, but I talked mom into letting me have a youtube channel. I played some covers of my favorite songs (all of them by The Maine, or Panic At the Disco), and a makeup tutorial. I did one of those 'room tour' videos, it was cute. It took some convincing but I talked Jakob into letting me do his makeup. And by some convincing, I mean it took 100$ and a lot of begging. My channel went from 3 subscribers to 300 in the span of a week. Soon it was even more, I had a thousand. I did a review of my favorite makeup palette- in bloom by tartlette.

By the start of school, I decided that I was finally going to talk about my time in the foster care system. Before I posted the video, I got my parent's blessing, and showed them the video before I uploaded it. I wanted them to see, and to know what it was going to be.

In the video, I explained what it was like to lose a parent, and how it effected me. Throughout the course of the video, I talked about what it was like to go into the system, the bullying and abuse I received and what it was like to find my family. The video its self got over a million views, and it gave me either a lot of hate, or a lot of love, there was no in between.

The next video I did was my reaction to the media calling me, 'too skinny'. I literally ate an entire bag of Doritos as I filmed. I inserted pictures the paparazzi took, and some we took as a family. I then shared photos of me from a few years prior, showing I've always been skinny. Again I was met with either a lot of hate, or a lot of love.

Sophomore year I choose to take even more AP classes. I took AP Chem, AP Litature, AP European History, Pre Calculus, Drama 2 and AP Spanish. It was an intense schedule but I managed. There were days where I got no sleep, and ran on coffee. My diet got less healthy, and I stress ate carbs. I'd eat an entire box of mac n cheese myself, and make a lot of toast. Jakob was in his senior year, and having a blast.

At some point I went out for the fall play, and urged the director to not give me a lead role because of who my father was. I earned my spot in the ensemble, and I was excited. Between all the classes and the play, I was barely ever home or with my family. Come October, it was time for the album to be released, and Billie would go on tour. He'd miss the play but I understood, I chose this after the tour was booked.

When it actually came to the show, in November, my Brother's and their friends were there. Mom and her side of the family was there along with my Aunts and uncles on my dad's side, who lived near by. Hell Even Brit and Tre's wife came, they hadn't gone on the tour this time. The show went very well each night it ran- a total of 5 shows total. By the end, I was ready to sleep for a month.

Finals came literally a week after thanksgiving break, and I was as prepared as I could be. It went over quickly- that is if you call living in a constant state of panic, quick. To top it all of, it was the one year anniversary of Luke dying, and me coming to live with them. It was emotional, and it was rough, but I made it through.