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PROLOGUE



I sat down on top of one of desks, listening to the chatter around me. The girls around me were nice, but I didn’t understand why I was here. Teri dragged me here, to FCA. Fellow Christian Athletes. I mentally rolled my eyes. I went to Teri’s church a couple of days ago, curious as to what the fuss was about there. But, it scared me to death. I just wasn’t comfortable enough. But, I didn’t tell Teri this. So, she just dragged me to the FCA meeting where apparently there was going to be some guest speaker. Woo.

It was probably going to be some old man that was a Jesus Freak.


Well, I was right about the Jesus Freak part.


Instead a silver haired man walking through the classroom doors, it was a young guy. His caramel colored hair brushed across his bright blue eyes. He flashed a smile at all of us, but his gaze lingered curiously on me. I had the urge to self-consciously run my fingers through my short hair that I had recently cut in a way of showing my mourning for my Grandfather who had just recently passed.
“Sorry I’m late, guys,” he said, his voice sounded like a thousand angels singing. He was gorgeous and beautiful. A girl with wavy blonde hair bounded up to him, hugging him. Teri mentioned something about her being his little sister.

He was passionate, kind, beautiful, wonderful, and patient. He was perfect in every way that I could see. And when he talked about God, I wanted that relationship with Him as well.

From the moment, he walked into the room; I had fallen hard and fast for him.

I was only fourteen, and he was nineteen.

CHAPTER 1


I tapped my pencil against the wooden conference table, absentmindedly. My fingers ran through my soft chocolate brown hair that was tinted red when the sunlight hit it. It was straight, for now. But I was probably going to perm it soon.
“Cara! Are you listening?” asked Steven, frustrated. Yes, Steven Spielberg was my manager. He’s a famous director and producer, and for my sake, he became my manager.
Well, my main manager. I also had Jess and Harold when he was busy. I met him when I went to an acting camp when I was sixteen. He was lecturing there, and he saw me. Liked me. Thought I had ‘potential’. But, my parents didn’t trust any other person to take care of me, so he took me under his wing.

So, yeah. Guess, I should explain. I’m Cara Matthews. Yes, THE Cara Matthews. Famous Actress who dabbled in a little singing here and there. But, don’t get confused; I’m not a singer. Just an Actress. Like how it used to be.

Right now, we were conversing about this next movie deal. I wasn’t really a television girl. I wasn’t in any series on TV or any shows. I guest starred occasionally, but I was a movie girl. I was in movies. So, I suppose I’m an A-list celebrity. Took me two years to get there. I was now 18 and half years old. Most people my age are in college now. Me? Nope. I’m in the peak of my career. I couldn’t take a break to go to college.

I blinked rapidly and stared at Steven.
“What?” I asked.
“So, you weren’t paying attention,” he sighed and gave me a slight smile. I smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry…” He sighed more heavily this time as he shifted his aged eyes towards me.
“We were saying, you have an audition next week for the part of Mary Jane,” he said. I scrunched up my face.
“Who?” I asked.
“MARY JANE???! The girlfriend of SPIDERMAN?” screeched Harold. I just glared at him. So did Steven and Jess.
“Sorry,” mumbled Harold.
“Wait, you want me to audition for a Spiderman movie?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Steven, putting on his reading glasses and shifting through some papers. He handed me a script.
“Memorize this.” I scanned through it.
“Hey, aren’t you the producer of this movie?” I asked Steven. He put a finger to his lips and said, “Shh!” I smiled and shook my head. Then I looked at the date. My face paled.
“I-I can’t. I have to go home this week,” I said slowly. Steven frowned.
“Well, we’ll just give you the part then,” said Jess cheerfully.
“Uh, no. She must audition,” said Steven.
“But, you know how perfect she is. Why hold auditions?” she asked.
“So other hopefuls have a chance,” I said, answering for Steven. I knew how he was. He was a visionary but at the same time, he liked to give people who didn’t have a chance, a chance. If they were good enough.
“Can you get back in time?” he asked. I sighed.
“I don’t know,” I said rubbing the back of my neck. My parents didn’t like me interrupting ‘family and friend time’ with auditions and unnecessary stuff.
“Well, I’ll talk to your parents. Your dad loves Marvel movies anyway,” said Steven.
“Okay.”
“Meeting adjourned,” said Steven, taking a gavel and hitting the wooden table. He laughed at his childish gesture. As he was getting older, he seemed to be getting more and more childish.

… … … … … … … … … … … … … …

My phone beeped as I hailed a cab to get back to my apartment. We were in New York City.
“Hey! You’re Cara Matthews! My little girls love you!” praised the cabbie. I smiled and nodded.
“Can I get your autograph?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said flashing him a smile. I took a pen out of my purse and signed the piece of napkin that he had. I took out my phone and looked at the new text message I had just received.

From: Dad
Can’t wait to see you! Have a good flight! Love, Daddy

Oh, shishcabobs.

“Actually, can you take me to the airport?” I asked leaning forward in my seat so the cabbie could hear me.
“Sure thing,” he said. Then he went on to say how he admired me because he’s read so many articles where I didn’t compromise my beliefs and how I never cursed in movies or in person.

Curse my morals.

Finally we arrived at the airport. I handed him some cash and flew out of there shouting, “THANK YOU!” behind me. I got my ticket and boarded the right plane. I didn’t have any luggage… But that was okay. I always kept some clothes and stuff at home.
I closed my eyes and awaited the short flight I had before I would arrive home in Leesburg, Virginia.

I woke up as the plane descended.

CHAPTER 2



I woke up at 11 the next day in my old twin bed. My room hadn’t been touched since I left it two years ago. It was still hot pink from when I painted it when I was five. And there was a collage of One Direction right next to my head. I remember being proud when I hit 150 pictures. Now, it was kind of creepy. Especially since I was good friends with them.
My mother’s dark chocolate brown eyes just stared into mine. I yelped.
“Wake up,” she said with a slight Asian accent. My mother is Korean.
“Why?” I groaned rolling over, putting the covers over my head.
“So you can pick up your brother and sister.”
“Where are they?” I asked.
“It’s Sunday, they’re at Church, of course,” said my mother, “Now get up!”
“Okay, okay, okay,” I said while thinking they still go to that?
I stumbled tiredly into the small hallway bathroom and got ready to pick up my siblings in half an hour.
I slipped into the car and drove down the familiar road to where our Church was. My heart started beating harder as I remembered that a certain someone used to work there. He probably didn’t anymore, I thought to myself, trying to slow my racing heart. I parked my car and walked into the Youth Group building. My brother and sister were both sixteen. They’re twins, but they couldn’t be anymore different. My little sister, Aria, was the spitting mirror image of me. But she wore glasses. She couldn’t deal with contacts. Her hair was the same chocolaty red color as mine. Her eyes were amber colored like mine as well. But her forehead was slightly smaller than mine. And her jaw was slightly bigger than mine. And, sadly, her eyes were bigger than mine.
She was a beautiful girl.
My brother, Ash, on the other hand, had charcoal black hair, like my mother, and dark chocolate brown eyes, also like my mother. He wore glasses like my sister. He was pale and had freckles dotted across his face. He looked a lot like me as well, but he was a boy.

I slowly walked into the building that I used to go to when I was sixteen. It was a while ago. A girl walked out of the ladies’ restroom and stared at me. I gave a slight wave and a smile and then walked past her. Across the high school youth room was the middle school youth room. I peeked through the window and saw familiar bright blue eyes and caramel hair. He was waving his arms animatedly and talking. I whipped myself away from the window, breathing heavily against the wall. My heart was racing. Was it he? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I walked up to the girl that was drinking out of a water fountain. Her brown eyes widened as she recognized me. It was the same girl who had walked out of the bathroom.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hey…” she said warily.
“Um, does Jeffery Phillips still work here?” I asked.
“Pastor Jeffery? Yeah… He works here. He’s

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