The Accidental Movie Star

184 Pages·2012·0.87 MB·English

by  Evans Emily

The
Accidental
Movie Star
The
Accidental
Movie Star
By Emily Evans
2012
The Accidental Movie Star
Copyright © June 2012 by Malinda Childers
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U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this work may be reproduced, distributed,
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, names, places, and events portrayed
in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons,
living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is coincidental and not
intended by the author.
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Other books by Emily Evans:
Epic Escape

[1. Fiction. 2. Romance. 3. Young Adult.]
Acknowledgements
Thanks! You’re awesome: Michelle, Teresa, Veronica, Jennifer, Stacy,
Joellen, Barbie, Brennan, Joseph, Megan, Mishann, Rachel, Wayne, Darlene,
Jeff, Heather, Trevor, Mom & Dad.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 1
Dad didn’t show up.
The LAX baggage carousel kept rotating, but the tumble of arriving bags
had ended about ten minutes ago. All around her, passengers hugged their loved
ones and headed toward the exits. Everyone paired up and moved on except
Ashley Herrington.
She should’ve known he’d forget. Mom warned her. Successful people in
Hollywood put work first, and Dad was successful. Her stomach twisted and she
sank onto one of the seats, keeping one foot hooked around her bag so Los
Angeles thieves wouldn’t get any ideas. She waited out the next public
announcement, hoping it would be a message for her at passenger pickup.
The announcer said, “Please do not leave your baggage unattended.
Unattended baggage may, and unattended belongings will, be treated as a threat
to the facility.”
Tired of waiting and moments from becoming a threat to the facility
herself, Ashley grabbed her cell phone and dialed her father’s number. “Where
are you?”
A long pause. Then Dad said, “I sent a limo. I thought it’d be fun.”
Ashley swallowed and stopped searching the faces of the people coming
through the door. Lie. He’d forgotten.
“I’ll call and check on the car.” Dad clicked off.
Smack. The sound came from the glass wall beside her ear and she turned to
look outside. Pink fingernails lay curled against the glass. A second hand joined
the first and teenage eyes peered in. Ashley jumped up and clutched her warm
phone. Time to move on.
The peeper belonged to a member of the crowd growing outside baggage
claim. Every minute Ashley had waited, at least ten more people showed up,
most of them tweens accompanied by their moms. They held cameras,
handmade signs, and an eagerness that foretold the arrival of some major star.
Why hadn’t Dad picked her up like he said he would?
Her cell phone beeped. Ashley checked the screen. The incoming text
message read, Black limo at passenger pickup, main exit.
Now the challenge would begin. People around her had taken one look at
the crowd and used alternative exits. Ashley didn’t have that luxury. She
grabbed the black handle of her roller bag and stepped through the glass doors
labeled Private Cars. The dry air hit her, so different from Houston, and she
breathed in exhaust and the cooler temperatures that marked LA.
After two feet, Ashley couldn’t go forward, her path to the curb obstructed
by four tweens wearing identical T-shirts. She moved left. They moved left. She
moved right. They moved right. Each one blocked better than the Houston
Texans had all last season. Giggling and lacking any sense of personal space, the
fan girls moved closer to the door, forcing Ashley back a step. A handmade sign
jabbed at her right arm. Ashley moved left and got a jab to the ribs. There was
no way back.
She pushed toward a mango-scented foursome. The pale one in front of her
stilled, but only for a second. Then she went wild with activity. Her camera flew
up, and she bounced up and down in her lime-green shoes. Their bodies surged
toward the building; gloss-covered lips opened in ecstatic screams, exposing
multicolored braces to the world. The tweens must have spotted their prey.
Taking advantage of their shift, Ashley shoved toward the street. LA
sunlight competed with flashing cameras to blind her progress. Perfume-coated
oxygen sucked into her lungs. Deafened, blinded, and rapidly losing her sense of
smell, Ashley raised her driver’s license and waved in the direction of the street.
A male hand attached to a suit-covered arm latched onto the handle of her bag
and jerked it from her grip. Ashley hoped he was the driver and not an LA scam
artist.
The bag rolled toward the street, knocking the knees of a guy in skinny
jeans and a girl in Capri pants. Caught up in their frenzy, the fans didn’t seem to
notice the pain. They also ignored Ashley’s “Sorry. Pardon me.” She trailed the
roller bag, trying not to lose sight of it in the crush. Her bag paused for a
moment beside the black door of a limo. The suit-wearing driver opened it for
her and moved past, carrying her bag to the trunk.
A limo. She’d gotten worse apologies from Dad. Ashley threw herself onto
the backseat, landing against the soft gray leather, and stretched to shut the door
behind her. The closed door muffled the yells and replaced the smell of
conflicting perfumes with a pleasant, new car smell. Ashley let her backpack fall
to the floor and crawled to her knees to peer out the rear window. Wide, young
eyes, set in flushed faces, stared back at her through the glass.
These are my peers.
The stares shifted, focused on a guy standing outside her limo. He wore