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Waking up that morning was like waking up the dead. My eyes felt glued to each other and my bed had never felt so comfortable. The alarm beeped loudly and I wanted to chuck something at it so it would shut up and I could continue sleeping. Please stop. Just let me sleep. This isn’t fair. Shut up, shut up, shut -

“Cammie! Wake up! We have to leave in ten minutes!” James pounded on my door and I groaned. Well this all sucked very much. I managed to roll out of bed, rather ungracefully, stumbling about my room, stripping off my pajamas and pulling on real clothes. Today was not a day to care about my appearance a whole lot. I had under three hours of sleep, this couldn’t be healthy. Stumbling into the bathroom, I did my duties and washed my face, not having enough time to take a shower. 

“Allons-y Cam! Vamos! Vite vite!” I heard James yell from downstairs.

“Shut up, I’m coming!” Snatching my bag, I started for the stairs before remembering Mom’s phone still perched in James’ room. Did they discover it? Quickly sneaking in, I rushed over to where Mom hid it. It shut off from inactivity, but it remained untouched. Grabbing the phone and sending the video to myself, I placed Mom’s phone on a little table across from her room and ran down the stairs to meet the boys and book it out the door.

The car ride was fairly silent, due to all of us dozing off. I wanted to rub it in the boys’ faces about how my prank was thoroughly successful, however, we were all too tired and I feel like I just would have made them annoyed instead of appreciate a prank well done. We pulled into the lot, flashing our passes, and the boys took off for hair and make up while I settled for heading over to the Zone. Finch welcomed me like always as I grabbed a muffin and coffee and settled on the couch to watch the first batch of filming. Sighing, I pulled out my phone to watch the video of the prank. It was pitch black, as expected, but then I heard rustling and the same dialogue I heard from the night before. But lucky for me, they turned the lamp on in order for me to see. James wore his light grey sweatpants and I could see the dark wet spot on his pants and he  walked about his room like a penguin, trying not to touch the wet spot. Biting my knuckle, I tried to not laugh to loudly. James threatened me already about showing anybody the pictures, if he knew there was a video as well, I would be seriously dead. Liam then rolled off his mat on the floor and stood to his feet, looking at his own soaked pants and by this point my eyes were watering and my stomach clenched to keep me from laughing aloud. 

“Cam? You alright?” I looked up to see Carson standing before me.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” I wiped the tears away from my eyes, the smile not diminishing. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” I asked him.

“I am ready!” His hair was mussed and he looked like he had mud on his face.

“You need a shower.”

“I’m supposed to look like this, alright? I just got out of a fight.” He explained.

“Oh my gosh, are you ok?” I sprung to my feet, pretending to be concerned. “My poor baby, I’ll take care of you.” Carson stuck out his bottom lip.

“Cammie, my hand feels heavy. Hold it for me.” He lifted his hand and let it drop back to his side and I laughed shortly and then smacked his arm. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Two reasons. One; you can’t call me Cammie yet. Two; pick up lines will get you nowhere. And that wasn’t even a hard hit.” I scolded as I settled back on the couch, picking up my phone where I left it.

“You know you liked the line, babe. Now,” he fell to the seat beside me and draped his arm over me, “what are you up to? You were smiling and crying like an idiot before.”

“I pulled a prank on Liam and James last night. And it was awesome.” I explained.

“Really?” Carson rose an eyebrow in interest. “Tell me more.”

“Have you heard of the pee prank?”

“Is that the one with the warm water and you stick the person’s hand in it and they wet the bed?” I grinned. “You did that to them?” I nodded victoriously. “Bravo, Cam. 

“Thank you very much.” I did a little bow, waving my hand in small circles.

“So how did it go down? Any attempts for revenge?”

“This was my revenge.” I told him.

“Oh right, they threw you in the tub yesterday.” Carson smiled, looking particularly amused.

“Yeah, at four in the morning. Not exactly an ideal way to be woken up.” I grumbled and Carson patted my hair earning him a disapproving look from me.

“Cam! I didn’t know you were coming in today!” I looked up to see Ava walking in the room.

“Hey Ava, what’s up?” I shifted to wiggle myself out of Carson’s arms.

“Oh sorry, am I interrupting something?” She asked.

“Nah, he was just bugging me about James and Liam throwing me in the tub yesterday.”

“Right! I heard about that. Oh man, that sounded so funny.” Ava started laughing.

“Oh it was funny for them until I got them back.” Ava looked at me curious and I told her the story. And then... the story spread like wild fire.

By lunch, the majority of set had heard the story of how James’ little sister made him and Liam wet their beds and we were now the trio of Tub Girl, Bed Wetter, and Pee Boy. Such glorious names too. Yes, I had to tell people that that’s what the boys called each other when the incident happened and the names circulated. A closed set was such bliss to have this news circulate.

“Cammie!” I turned to see James storming towards me.

“Hey James,” I smiled sweetly, “did you have a good morning of filming?” 

“Everyone is talking about how we wet the bed. I told you not to tell anyone!” 

“No, you said not to let the pictures touch the internet. And they haven’t. But how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to tell everyone about the priceless prank I managed to pull off?”

“Everyone is calling me Pee Boy!”

“They all call me Tub Girl. I think this is a fair trade.” I shrugged, passively. James groaned.

“Pee Boy is a lot more embarrassing than Tub Girl.”

“Consider us even?” I stuck my hand out for him to shake it and he stared at it for a moment.

“Ugh, fine. That was still really low.”

“I can live with that.” I told him as we shook hands.

“Ok, that aside, where did you learn that prank from? I never did that to you before.” 

“Becca’s brother pulled it a couple years ago on us at a sleepover. I told you I could be wicked if I tried.”

“How did I never hear of this?” James asked as we picked up a plate and started to load our plates.

“You were never really friends with Simon. So he wouldn’t have told you. And I definitely wouldn’t have told you.” James stuck his tongue out at me and I immediately returned the gesture. 

Lunch and the rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I drew some pictures, took some photos, promised security I wouldn’t sell them on Ebay, you know. Typical, everyday sort of stuff. Once filming finished, James and I piled into the car, Liam opting to go back to his house for once. Mom had dinner ready and almost immediately after, we all headed up to bed after such a long day. 

The next few days passed quickly and next thing I knew it was Monday, also known as my first day at school in England. Saying I was nervous wasn’t quite true. I was in a private class, by myself, one-on-one with a teacher and no one to impress. But I suppose, then again, that’s all the reason to be nervous. Having the undivided attention of a teacher means that if you aren’t paying attention, they will notice and they will call you out on it and there’s no students to make yourself feel better if you are doing better than them.

Getting dressed and ready made me anxious. Almost more anxious than going to the movie set with James. At least at the set I knew minimum one person. This time I’m going in not knowing anyone. Gathering my notebooks for my three Monday classes and stuffing them into my bag, I ran down the stairs to catch my taxi.

“And are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Mom asked for the eighth time as I ripped a banana off of the bunch.

“I’m a junior in high school, Mom, I think I can handle it.” I assured her and set off for the stairs.

“Well, if you have any issues, call me. You have your phone, right?” I held up my phone in response and quickly yelled a quick goodbye as I sped out the door and into the taxi.

The ride was quick and silent, when eventually I pulled up to the building. I paid the driver and ran up the steps, knowing I couldn’t be late for my first class.

“Art Seminar with Ms. Norris?” I said, reaching the front desk, checking my phone for the time. Five minutes late.

“Name?” The secretary asked, peeking over her glasses.

“Camille Everett,” she glanced back to her computer and typed back in her computer.

“Down the hall, second door to the left.” The secretary pointed the way I was to go and I sped walked all the way down and burst through the door. The teacher looked up from her spot at a table, looking slightly frightened.

“Hello, I’m sorry I’m late,” I rushed through my words, brushing my hair to the side and out of my face.

“You must be Camille. I’m Ms. Norris,” the teacher - Ms. Norris - stood to her feet and brushed off her pants, “this is Rowan,” she pointed to a tall, blonde girl who couldn’t quite fit right in the chair she was in. Rowan smiled and twiddled her fingers in my direction. “And that’s Jace.” She then pointed at the black haired boy who was hunched over his artwork. He barely looked up at me, nodded in recognition that I was in the room, and looked back to his work, tracing a long line of charcoal across the paper.

“Hi,” I waved awkwardly, “again, I’m really sorry I’m late.”

“Oh it’s fine, we were just getting started. Why don’t you take a seat?” Ms. Norris gestured to a seat next to Rowan and I hurried over, plopping my bag to the ground next to me. “So as I was saying before, this week we’ll be working on freelance drawing. Just drawings that pop up into your head, whatever the first thing is. Sometimes creativity takes awhile so we’ll do some practice with pulling words out of a bowl and you draw the first thing you think off that associates with that word. Alright?” Rowan and I nodded in understanding and Jace barely acknowledged her. “Jace? Do you understand the project?” He looked up from his project with a disturbed expression.

“Yeah, I get it,” his voice was low and monotone. Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine, I thought to myself.

“Wonderful, let’s start,” Ms. Norris clapped her hands and grabbed a bowl with a bunch of words and we began.

I pulled out the word, ‘black’ and somehow I thought of a black hole and that led me to think of the U.S.S. Enterprise being sucked into a black hole and that led me to draw an entire comic strip with Spock, Captain Kirk, and Bones yelling at each other about a black hole. So that’s what I was drawing. I glanced over to see Rowan drawing a pot of gold and Jace was covering his drawing with his arm, being the anti-social kid that he was.

“So Camille, where are you from?” I looked over to see Rowan looking at me.

“America.” I replied shortly, trying to perfect the Starfleet insignia. 

“I know that, but where?”

“Oregon, well,” I laid down my pencil, “I’m originally from Oregon. Then I moved to LA.”

“What made you move here?” I bit my lip wondering if I could tell her the exact truth. If I could avoid telling people about James being my brother, I would do it. It made people get weird and only become my friend to meet him. 

“Work,” I replied shortly.

“Really? What do your parents do?” 

“My mom’s a journalist, dad’s a professor.”

“That’s cool, my parents are both bankers, so they’re really good with numbers. But none of my siblings like maths. Just them. How about you? Do you have siblings?” Oh no, the dreaded question. How does one avoid James? You can’t, that’s just the thing.

“Yeah, an older brother.”

“I have two younger sisters. Twins. And they’re evil.” I laughed. “I’m not even kidding, they plot to embarrass me.”

“That’s nothing, my brother and his friend threw me in the tub to wake me up last week as a prank.”

“Brutal. My sisters just threaten to show guys I fancy terrible pictures of me from when I was a kid.”

“I am so, so sorry. At least I have embarrassing pictures of James I could always show people.” And by ‘people’ I mean the internet and tabloids.

“James is... your brother?” My eyes widened. Did I just say his name? I didn’t mean to do that! That’s how people find out who I am related to exactly.

“Uh, yeah, he is,” I replied carefully. Rowan’s eyes kind of squinted as she seemed to be piecing something together. No! Stop thinking. Don’t realize who I’m related to. 

“You know, I remember seeing something on Twitter last week about that actor James Everett throwing his sister in a tub last week. What’s your last name again?” I pursed my lips and I wished there was a way to avoid the part I’d been dreading.

“Everett,” I mumbled and I suddenly saw Rowan’s eyes flash up in recognition and then excitement.

“You’re James Everett’s sister? Oh my gosh, that’s so exciting! That means you know a lot of famous people, doesn’t it? Tell me all about them. It must always be so nice to meet famous people. I’ve never met any and it’s kind of depression, I wish I could meet some, but -”

“Would you both just shut up?” We looked over to see Jace glaring at us. “I can’t work with all your talking and I’d like to at least try and finish my drawing.” I looked over and noticed his exceptionally dark and rather dismal drawing.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“No need to be a buzz kill, Jace. We can talk if we want to,” Rowan told him.

“Actually, Rowan, perhaps you should focus back on your work. However, Jace, please tell them nicely if they are disturbing you. Alright?” Ms. Norris told us from the other side of the room. We all muttered a quick apology as the bell rang, dismissing class. I quickly gathered up my stuff, not knowing where my next class was. 

“Hey, what class do you have now?” Rowan asked me, slinging her back over her shoulder.

“Shakespeare. Do you know where it is?” Rowan, instead, just smiled like this was the best day of her life.

“I have that class, I’ll show you where it is.” I followed her out of the classroom to where our class would be, all while she talked about how her family was boring and how mine must be so adventurous with my famous brother. No matter how hard I tried to tell her it really wasn’t that thrilling, she just continued to shake her head and tell me that I was used to it after living with it so long. Every time I tried to disprove her theories of celebrity sister life, she would tell me I was wrong.

By the end of the day - after we managed to have all three classes together - I was drained from Rowan. Her thoughts were crazy and she couldn’t stop talking for more than five minutes. She became especially excited when she figured out we had quite a few classes together and we would get to hang out more. She seemed so normal when I first met her and I thought we could have even been pretty decent friends, but then she went all crazy fangirl on me and I can’t handle that. She gave me her cell number and told me that we would have to hang out sometime soon, not-so-subtly hinting that we should do it at my house. 

After quickly talking to my mom, eating, homework and a shower, I headed off to bed, drained from the activities of the day. I could only hope Rowan’s craziness would die down after awhile.

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I AM SO SORRY.

I just got back to the USA from Bosnia and I have been so busy these past few weeks with goodbyes, packing, hellos, and... yeah... just a lot of stuff that restrained me from focusing on 'Starbird'

I know this chapter isn't that exciting and contains a bunch of little details, but the story gets exciting soon and for that I am realllllyyyy excited!

So what did you think of everything? Rowan? Jace? Carson being... well... Carson? Also! I changed the cover! Do you like it?

Let me know! Please remember to vote/comment/share/fan!

Stay classy you lovely people and I promise the next update will be very soon! Mostly because I already have it written :P Mostly... but it's good :D

Good night!

-Katie