I'm all over the news. It's like a curse. "Teenage star Marizza Pleas and her mother go to court over money issues!" or "Marizza Pleas sues her mom over stolen money!" and my favorite "Who wil win the war: Marizza Pleas or Marthi Pleas-Dowlingo?" I love the fact that they use my Mom's full name, including her madden name at the end. 

     But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Marizza Pleas, a famous actress from New York City. It was alright until now. Every day I have the paparazzi's following me around; to my house, school, and back home again.

    I HATE the attention, but mom hates it even more. She thinks that this whole thing is silly, and whenever she gets the chance to, she tells everyone how it was MY fault. She actually has it wrong. I am not the one who is at fault. It is my own mother who is. 

     I have had a few movies that have made my career even better. I am one of the richest actresses between the ages of 10-18. That is until I noticed the numbers in my bank account going down. I have all of my money in my room. I can view whenever someone opened it and how much they took out or put in. It started when I saw that 100 dollars had been taken from my account. And then the amount that was being taken out gradually increased. 

     I told my mom, who told me she would get to the bottom of the case. And that she did. One day, I was taking a shower, I heard a rustling in my room. I wrapped the towel around my body, and I went out to my room to see what was going on.

     And then I saw my mom's hair. And she was on the floor, looking at a silver case. Was it my... it was my case where I kept all of my money! I ran to the bathroom to snap a picture of my mom, and -Jackpot!- she was holding a small slab of money.

     "Mom". I said, breaking the silence. "What are you doing?" She turned around, her face pale. I was scowling at her. She put the money down like she wasn't stealing from me. She looked like she was about to speak, but she didn't make a sound.

     'Well, I ah- I was just making sure that your safe had the right amount of money in it!" She said, her voice all fake. She was smiling at the smile she does when she is lying. "I was just looking at this stack of money. Counting it, you know?" I rolled my eyes.

     "Enough of the lies, mom." I said. "You can get arrested for doing this. And I might do that."

     She tried talking her way out of it, but she is terrible at lying. Finally, after about 5 minutes of her desperately trying to make up lies, she asked me "Who would you live with if  you did choose to arrest me, you own mother?" I was speechless for a moment, then I thought of it. Dad.

     "I would go and live with Dad." I announced proudly. Her face fell, remembering that I can legally visit him whenever I want and stay with him whenever I want too. Mom turned mad, and told me I couldn't visit him because no one could drive me down. 

     And now all I want is for her to go to jail. And I have had enough. I decided to pack my bag whenever mom was out of the house. I packed everything I would need for 1 month, and then called a taxi to pick me up and drive me to the airport. I called an airline and somehow found a seat on a plane leaving for Orlando tonight. I turned off my location so mom couldn't track me. 

     After about an hour of driving, we reached the airport. The amount of traffic jams had set me farther back then wanted to be. I also had to run through the airport to avoid fans of mine who would want an autograph.

     After having to wait 25 minuets through security, and then another 10 minuets trying to find out where in the world I need to go, I finally found my gate, and a coffee shop that serves food. Getting a coffee was the one thing that I needed right now, and maybe a egg sandwich. 

     I turned my phone back on to see a million text messages from mom. I looked to see where her location was and was relived to see she was still at the house. It's a good thing that I also took over 1500 for this "trip." I will also use the rest once mom finally gives in and tells me she stole from me and she recognizes her wrongs. 

     "Now boarding flight 375 headed to Orlando International Airport." I got up, showed the person my ticket and walked onto the plane and took a window seat in the back. I checked my phone and saw that mom was making her way towards the airport, but was stuck in traffic near Broadway street. 'Yes', I thought to myself.

     After 50 minutes, the flight was ready to take off. My mom was almost at the airport, but she hopefully didn't have a ticket. I watched as we took off, and reminded myself that everything would be alright.

     Whenever the flight was in the air, I noticed a inconsolable child sitting next to me. Her mom was trying to calm her down. "Ma'am" I said to the woman. She turned to me and was surprised to see me. "You can play calming sounds on my phone if you'd like. Maybe she can fall asleep for the time being."

     I handed her my phone and she said  thank you. Sooner than later, the child was asleep in the mother's arms. "Here is your phone back, hon," she said to me. "You don't happen to be Marizza Pleas, do you?" I nodded and she smiled. 

     "My daughter loves you. She is really excited about your new upcoming move." She said. I smiled at her and turned back to the window seat to watch the clouds go by. Don't get me wrong, I love whenever fans say that they love me and are ready for my new stuff. I just don't know if that movie will ever get finished. 

     "Would you mind if you could record a video for her?" I asked the woman. She smiled happily. "What is her name?" 

     "Lydia. Her name is Lydia." She replied. "She is battling cancer, and I believe that seeing you might make her happier." 

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     Once the plane landed, I checked my mom's location. She was still at the airport, and I wondered why. I shrugged my shoulders. As I was talking to the woman I met on the plane, I realized that she and her daughter lived in the same town I was moving to. "How funny." I said when I told her that. Once we got out of the airport, I called the woman's daughter who seemed to be in shock. 

     Once I was done talking to the woman and her daughter, I called a cab. I told the guy my address and we drove there. After about 1 hour and 30 minutes, we reached a nice neighborhood Daytona beach.

     "This is where you want, kid?" The taxi driver said to me. I nodded my head, paid the driver and stepped out. We had parked in front of a nice looking house that was close to the beach. I watched the guy drive away, and I was worried that this is the wrong place. What if dad had moved? What if he didn't want to see me? 

     I put all of my fears away and walked. Well, sort of. I took a little mini half steps. After what felt like forever, I finally reached the house. There were 2 cars in the driveway, and the family who lived here seemed to be well off. 

     I rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. But no one came. I was getting scared this was the wrong house, and all of the fears that I had bottled up inside of me resurfaced. But this time it was like I had just shaken a soda bottle and then opened the cap and then -BOOM!- the soda fizz (or in my case the emotions) came flying out. I panicked. 

     But, then I heard wood creaking. I immediately straightened my posture. After being an actress and a model for most of my life, I know how to go from standing in a non professional way to standing up straight and perfect. 

     After what felt like a million minutes, the door lock finally turned. I got scared about who I would face. Would it be a knife wielding maniac, or a sweet old granny? Would it be an old person holding a poison apple, or someone who sings to the animals and bakes apple pies?

     I hoped that the person who opened the door was my dad.