Kylie tanner who is popularly known as Kye by her fans. She is a 16 years old who ventured into music and became a successful pop star. Due to her fame , she is not allowed to attend school like a normal child will do. Fortunately for her, she succeed in convincing her mother and her manger to attend a school by going in the perfect disguse. She wrote a scholarship exam into her mom's school which she passed and she is being enrolled into the school as a scholarship student. Will she be able to protect her secret? Will she enjoy her normal high school life as she want?... And be able to go through highschool without anyone knowing. How will she find her high school life? Dive in to her journey in highschool.
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The beat dropped like a thunderclap, thumping through the speakers and vibrating in every ribcage in the building. Lights flashed, hips swayed, and just like that, the party roared to life. "Hello, Las Vegas! Thank you all for coming out tonight!" the girl on stage hollered, a grin stretching across her face like she'd swallowed the sun. "Seriously, you guys rocked!" Kye. The name on everyone’s lips. Wearing a cropped denim jacket, ripped high-waisted jeans, and blue sneakers that matched her unapologetically cocked cap, she looked like a walking music video. The cool kind. "We love you, Kye!" The crowd chanted in chorus, like loyal subjects hailing their queen. With a dazzling smile and a flurry of blown kisses, she descended from the stage. The crowd’s chant—Kye! Kye!—trailed her like glitter on a breeze. The moment her sneakers hit the ground, a man appeared like a genie from backstage, holding out a bottle of water like it was an Olympic torch. “Thanks,” she said, flashing him a tired but genuine smile. “Anytime,” he nodded and melted back into the chaos. Another figure approached—clipboard, headset, full white pants, blue-striped shirt, and the eternal expression of a man clinging to his last nerve. Bob. Her manager. “Hey, Bob,” she greeted, tossing him a lazy wave. “That was pure awesomeness, Kye.” “You know it,” she smirked. “Let’s not inflate your ego more than necessary,” he teased, rolling his eyes so hard they probably saw the back of his brain. She giggled and stretched her arms skyward like a free bird. “I’m going home!” “Home?” His eyebrows did a little dance of confusion. “Yes. Home. Don’t tell me you forgot to notify the agency.” “I won’t tell you,” he replied with a sheepish grin. She blinked. “You didn’t tell them?” “Oh, I told them,” he said, trying to look offended. “But there’s a twist.” Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of twist?” He shrugged like he was narrating a plot twist in a soap opera. “You’ll find out when you get there.” Kye groaned. “Fine. At least they said yes. One more year and I’m a free-range chicken!” Bob squinted. “So, what’s the grand plan once you touch down in Norville?” Her eyes lit up. “I’m going back to high school, Bob. I want to be a regular student.” He blinked, then blinked again. “I thought you said exciting stuff. That sounds like detention with extra steps, and by the way, that ain't happening gurl.” “Hey! You’re my manager, not my dad.” “Well, this manager is running to the agency to cancel your teenage rebellion.” “Bob, please.” She clasped her hands dramatically. “I’ve been homeschooled forever. I want real friends. Real life. I want to laugh over stupid memes, cry over dumb boys, gossip in hallways. I want to remember my teen years as more than just recording studios and press tours.” “But you have friends!” She let out the most unladylike snort. “You mean Antha, Gilda, and Lily? Please. Gilda’s always like, ‘Did you see that car? I’m buying it.’ Then Lily swoops in, ‘Already did, babe.’ And Antha turns to me like, ‘Kye, you getting one?’ And I nod while calculating the number of instant noodles I could buy instead.” Bob raised a brow. “They're not even your age, Kye.” “Exactly!” she exclaimed, hands in the air like she’d just dropped a mic. “I want friends who don’t wear high heels for brunch. I want a bestie I can share secrets and Skittles with. Someone who won’t judge me for binge-watching cartoons. I want to a living model for my future children. Think about them, Bob!” He crossed his arms. “So your future daughter’s going to be fangirling over boys and writing love letters?” Kye rolled her eyes. “That’s all you got from my speech?” “I’m just saying... Last time you tried regular school, I lost half my hair. Half.” She chuckled, not even trying to look guilty. “But it grew back nicely.” He glared. “Eggs. Glue. The ‘We Hate Kye’ manager fan club.” “The memes were kinda funny.” “You are lucky I still work for you.” She grinned. “This time will be different. Lowkey. Undercover. Invisible Kye.” He blinked. “Incognito? I don’t even want to know. Just let me get home to my wife in one piece.” Kye gave a dramatic sigh. “Finally. I'm going home.” --- In NorVille Inside a mansion so pristine it practically sparkled, a woman was marching around like a general before battle. “Clean the room across from Ken’s. Our girl’s coming home!” she announced with the glee of someone preparing for royalty. The kitchen welcomed her with the rich, glorious smell of something delicious, and she gasped, “Is that... food? Real food?!” From around the corner came the thundering feet of a small boy. Ken—age seven, tablet in hand, energy level: caffeine on legs. “Moooom!” he shouted, eyes wide. “The article says Sis is coming home today!” “Yes, baby, Kylie’s on her way,” she confirmed, bopping his nose. “For real? Like... in person? Not on YouTube?” “Yes, sweetheart. She’ll be here soon. Mr. Alex went to get her.” Ken took off like a rocket, presumably to draw a welcome sign or inform his action figures of the incoming celebrity. His mother just laughed, pure joy bubbling in her chest. --- Ten Hours Later – Airport The airport pulsed with anticipation. Fans waved banners. Some wore T-shirts with Kye’s face plastered across them. Others held up signs like “Kye 4 President (of My Heart)” and “Marry Me or I Riot.” Then she appeared. Red crop top. High-waisted pants. Messy bun. Sunglasses that said I’m famous and I know it. She wheeled her suitcase like it was on a catwalk. Security had to hold the line like Spartans at the gate. Reporters swarmed. “Why are you back, Kye?” “What’s the plan?” “Is it true you’ve left music?” She answered while sporting a smile on her face. “ I came back because I miss my family, and I just want to spend time with them.” Another reporter pushed forward. “How does it feel, being back?” “Happiness,” she said simply. “Pure, undiluted happiness. I’d love to chat more, but I’m running on zero sleep and two slices of airport pizza. Catch me next time?” The crowd cooed in understanding. Then a voice rang out above the rest: “We love you, Kye!” She turned and waved. “I love you, too!” She blew kisses, which only fueled the chaos. With security parting the sea of people, Kye stepped outside, paused, and took a deep breath. “Home, sweet home.”I clicked on WhatsApp, searching for Kelly's contact in swarm of contacts saved in my phone.Seen it, I sent him a message simply texting ‘ Hey’. Then I placed the phone my crossed laps, anxiously waiting for his reply. After two minutes, I averted my eyes from the screen to the clock; it was five in the evening. So he might be at home or somewhere aside from school, I think.I checked the status of the message now, it is now in seen. I almost squealed out of excitement but held it back, instead a smile overtook my face.Typing...I bit my lower lips, as I still waited. I don't understand why I feel nervous . It is not like it is first time chatting with him, we have been talking and we vibe a lot but this is different; I need a favour from him. He finally send. ‘Hello’ wait like seriously ?!! He typed for what seems like hours and it was just five letters and one word I received. You got to be kidding me.Scoffs
•Kylie“ Mom why is Kylie not going to school and I'm going.” Ken complained as he came down the stairs, marching towards the kitchen to meet mom.I laughed, as I followed him. Is he not supposed to be happy that he is going to school, unlike me who is going to get bored staying at home. I know school can be hell but that is what makes your childhood lively. Growing up, what kind of experience do you want to share ? A boring one ? That you spent all your days being homeschooled, nothing exciting at all. Or the interesting ones ? Your highschool's days, moments with your friends. Those time I spent with my friends made me feel alive and feel true love not fan love.“ Because I told her not to,” Mom answered, as she carried two plates filled with bacons and eggs, she placed it in the island.“ Well tell me not to.”I took out a stool and sat on it, watching the discussion between mother and son. Ke
----------------------------------------------------------•Kylie“ Finally we have arrived, phew!” Bob let out a sigh in relief when the security guard opened the gate and he drove in.I pouted, opening the next chocolate bar I want to eat. So far I have eaten six, it remains six. Bob bought it for me, so I will stop talking. “ The way you said it made me feel like you do not like my presence.”“ Yes,” He nodded his head affirming my words. “ I don't like your presence, anytime you are with me, I will always spend more than what I planned. I don't know how but all I know it is your fault.”“ Well I did not force you to spend on me, did I ? It was your choice to buy it, I did not ask you to buy it.” I felt offended by what he said. Indirectly he is calling me a gold digger, just like the way Kelly insulted me. Well it is not my fault I'm blessed with rich dudes, I need to
----------------------------------------------------------•KellyI twisted the doorknob, it creaked opening. " Why is it so dark ?" I wondered, straining my eyes trying to see if I can see something or someone. I stretched my hands, I felt something cold on my hand, I assumed it to be a wall. I search for a switch, I finally found it then I clicked it.Suddenly it was bright again, I sighed. Turning I let out a girlish scream seeing Ashton close to me, when did he get here ? And why am I screaming like a girl ?I stopped and comport myself. " What is wrong with you ? Why was the light switched off ?" I asked him." How was your date ?" He asked me in a cold tone like he did not hear me ask him a question.I rolled my eyes. I answered him though. " It was not a date. She just wanted to escape from you using me. Besides, all she did was talk about you." More like me ta
---------------------------------------------------------- Recap Slowly his hands wrapped around her waist and hers on his neck. They kissed under the sky filled with stars twinkling as the fireworks explode, glittering in the dark. “ Kylie ?” That voice alone, made Kylie pull away. She turned towards the direction of the voice, panting. Her eyes widened seeing who is that. “ Oh shit.” ~~~• “ Kylie, what the f**k are you
•Third person's POVWalking down the bustling street, receiving stares from people who were wondering why two highschool students were holding hands. They all assumed them to be a couple. Some thought it was sweet, smiling at the young couple; they thought them to be while some find it disgusting, that they are in a relationship in their very tender age.The silence between the both of them was very heavy that Kylie decided to break it. “ We have been walking for what seem like hours, where are we going ?”Kelly turned to her with his face scrunched up in confusion, wondering what she meant by hours. They just left the school not that long, infact their school is not too far away from them.“ What do you mean by hours ? It is not even up to five minutes.” He said.“ Oh well...my legs are starting to ache.”“ Yeah.&
•Kylie “ You are gay ?” I asked, thinking I did not hear clearly. She nodded her head and guess what I... I laughed. My body shook with laughter as I clutch my stomach. I was laughing so hard that water was coming out from my eyes. When I saw her eyebrows brought together making her forehead wrinkled, I forced myself to stop. “ Laugh all you want, I don't care about what anyone thinks about my sexuality, I don't freaking care.” I chuckled, “ I was not laughing at you being a gay, okay maybe I'm laughing at that but I'm definitely not holding anything about gay people. It is just that I find it very hard to believe you are a lesbian, Bitchy Medusa is lesbian.” She scowled at me. “ That is really so... I don't believe you.” I told her blankly. Her nose scrunched up as she asked, “ Why don't you believe me ?” I rubbed my chin pretending to be thinking, “ Why don't I believe you ? A funny question to ask.” I laughed. “ well you
•KylieThe sound of a throat clearing jerk me back to reality. “ Can you stand up ? You weigh too much.” He said in a husky voice making me blink my eyes repeatedly at him before realizing Ashton is the comfy floor.I faked a cough standing up only to see a woman who looks around early forties in tears being taken away by two students.Huh ? What is happening ?“ What happened Mel ?” I heard that gothic ask Mel, I think her name is Vivian. Yes, Vivian.“ I don't know...It was meant for Kylie not her.” She told her with sullen look on her face.“ What do you mean Mel ?” Yeah ask her, what does she mean ?“ I-I-I...” She stuttered, not able to form a word. Well she better do, before I hit her. I'm very violent. I wonder what she did that made her nervous. Awkward.
•Melissa's POV( During the time she poured her drink on Kylie.)Watching her laugh with the boys made me clench my fists in anger. I'm the one that is supposed to sit with them Ashton is meant to love me not her.I hate that girl that stole Ashton's attention from me, I hate that girl that swoon into his life that made him feel loved, I hate that girl for making Ashton adore her and only her. I hate her for ruining my chance of being with him. I hate her so much that I wish her dead.“ Melissa is anything the matter ?” Emily asked placing her hands on mine, I turned to her.“ Huh ? Oh yeah I'm fine, why do you ask ?”“ Well you looked angry and you were staring at where the DRAKE are here.” She answered. “ Hope no problem ?”I gave her a faux smile. “ I'm fine thank you.” I averted my eyes from her to Vivian who was staring at me intently. I raised my
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