VANDERWOOD, ella tally

[ella tally vanderwood]

* ELLA T A L L Y VANDERWOOD ,

wasting away ( f i f t e e n) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
( e l l a ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.

* MAKE I T COUNT ,

Although I stand at only a mere five feet two inches, my stance causes people to watch me and listen when I speak. I do everything confidently; I hold my head high and walk as if I don’t have a care in the world. I the body a super model would kill for, and I barely have an ounce of fat on me (thanks to my naturally fast metabolism) and my muscles are all smooth and perfectly sculpted. My pale skin is unblemished and satiny smooth.

My hair cascades down past her shoulders in soft brown waves. My bangs sweep across my forehead, they fall into my eyes on occasion, hiding my left eye. My straight nose, perfectly arched brows, soft full lips, and soft cheekbones only seem to enhance my mysterious beauty.

As for clothes, I love to experiment. I often wander into second hand stores to find treasures that others have given up on, and then I take them home and use my needle and thread to turn them into a fabulous outfit. Don’t get me wrong, I love shopping at the mall, but creating my own clothes just seems more appealing to me. Almost every outfit is either a one of a kind, or bought from a little known designer.

But the most striking thing about me isn’t my posture, my body, my hair, my face, or my clothes. It’s my eyes, the ones that seem to see right past the walls you put up. They are violet in color, something so rare that people tend to stare in shock when I look up. They’re deep and fathomless; they seem to show you right to my soul.

S O P H O M O R E

I grew up in a different world. Everyone did what they wanted, and didn’t question the ethics of anything. But that’s what set me apart from the group. I questioned everything, I rebelled against things she saw as unreasonable, and I fought ‘the man’ regularly. These traits followed me to my new life in Lillyton, her strong will and self preservation helped me to survive the harsh scene change.

My strong will and compassion is what kept me from becoming a spoilt Celeb in the first place. I hated using people and seeing them make fools of themselves, so instead she used her strong will to resist temptation and followed my own judgment instead.

My heart is still broken from the death of my mother; she meant so much to me. And although now she won’t get to see all the amazing things I’m doing, I’m going to make her memory proud.

I also made a decision to keep the fact that I’m famous a secret a secret. I don’t want people to act all fake around me, and although I’m not going to deny anything or lie about it, I hope people don’t find out. I just really want to have a normal high school experience for a while.

I have a thirst for knowledge. I spend most of the spare time I have studying anything and everything I can get my hands on. This helps me vastly in school where I usually pass every class with flying colors, amazing the teachers that just stared at me in awe. So far I speak three other languages, besides English, fluently. They are French, German, and Spanish.

H E T E R O S E X U A L

I love acting; it’s like a drug to me. I’ve always been very dramatic, so acting is just one way for me to channel it. Whether it’s on a stage, or in front of a camera, I love it all. I also love directing and writing, they are so much fun, and you really get to express you creative side. Some day I would love to write a book, I dunno, maybe when I get older and have more time between filming or for when I have down time. Who knows, maybe I’d even be able to write something for a TV show or movie. And it would be amazing if I could direct something, maybe a school play. I like taking charge, and I think that maybe people could benefit from my knowledge.

I also love singing. I’ve been doing it as long as I can remember. Music was always a big thing in my home as I was growing up, my dad being a singer and all. It seemed that my brothers and I had picked up on his talent, although most of my brothers can’t sing, they play instrument very darn well. I’ve already released two albums and am writing songs for an up and coming third one.

Another one of my loves is tennis. Yup, although I strongly dislike most sports (like running, blah) I love playing tennis, jumping on the trampoline, gymnastics, swimming, and a few other things. They keep me healthy and slim (although that’s mostly due to my really fast metabolism).

I may strongly dislike school, but I love learning. So far I speak German, French and Spanish fluently (and of course English), but I want to learn Russian, Japanese and Italian. I’ve read more books than I can even remember, and I’ve pretty much memorized anything I can get my hands on. It kinda helps that I have a photographic memory, school is pretty easy for me.

* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,

July 20th, 1993 a woman in Oakgrove Tennessee gave birth to her sixth child, and first daughter, Ella Tally Vanderwood. The woman’s name was Lillian Vanderwood and she was the wife of Jared Vanderwood, the world famous actor and country singer. They lived on a fifty acre ranch along with their other children, five boys. Jackson (13) was the oldest followed by Kaleb (11), Logan (9), Chase (6) and Jayden (4). They were all surprised at the birth of their baby sister; their parents had pretty much given up hope of having a girl after the fourth boy. But as the boys watched me grow they became very protective over me, over reacting whenever I got even slightly hurt.

When I was twelve years old Lillian was diagnosed with terminal cancer, the doctors gave her six months to live. Since Oakgrove was a very small town it didn’t have a suitable equipment to help Lillian, so Jared moved most of our family to Nashville, leaving behind Jackson, Kaleb and Logan to watch the farm. I was thrown into a new school, where people didn’t know who I was or who my dad was, so I took advantage of it and started a whole new life. I never brought friends home to my penthouse in the fanciest building in Nashville, fearing they would discover that my dad was famous, and they would treat me differently. I became very popular, being able to fit in with any group, it was just part of my personality, but I still never felt right about hiding who my family was. The thing is, I’d never lied about anything, and it’s not that I was a bad liar or anything, but I just didn’t want to get tangled in it all. So I just never spoke of my family.

It turned out that Lillian was stronger than the doctors thought she was, and her life lasted nine months instead of six. But those three months were very stressful, not knowing whether Lillian would wake up the next morning or not, but I cherished every second I had left. I wasn’t someone who feared death, I’d learnt at an early age how it was just a naturally process, and although you may be sad that that person is gone, they are partying it up on the other side.

When the fateful day came that Lillian took her last breath I had been at school, just an average day. An announcement came over the schools intercoms asking for Ella Vanderwood to report to the office. With my heart racing, everything playing in slow motion as I made that long walk down the hall to the principal’s office. As I rounded the corner and the office came into view my eyes locked with the secretary’s, the look on the woman’s face told me it all, my mother was gone. As I opened the door and stepped in the bright room I could feel her heart racing and tears filling my eyes, a man stood by the door waiting to speak to me. It was my father’s driver, and he was to take me home.

Gossip had started circling the school as soon as I’d left my classroom, and by the time I got to my first class the next day there was a mob of people waiting for me. They’d heard everything from my parents dying in a car accident to my house catching fire (which was far fetched since no one even knew where I lived). Everyone was asking me questions as soon as I came into view, but as tears began to streak down my face they all stopped. No one wanted to see the girl they all liked and looked up to in pain. That day I had only made it to lunch time before I’d run to the office and asked to go home. Everyone was bombarding me with questions and although I had already accepted my mothers death I needed more time to figure out how to tell everyone about how my mother had cancer and I’d just conveniently forgotten to tell anyone. Or how my dad was a mega famous actor and country singer and I’d failed to mention that too because I feared that they would all be to shallow to treat me the same as they would anyone else.

Jared had insisted I take the rest of the week off from school, until the funeral was over, then we would decided if we would continue living there in Nashville or move back to Oakgrove. So despite my protests I ended up sitting around for the few days that followed and every so often going out to do some retail therapy.

As I took my place next to my father and brothers to thank those who’d come to honor my mother at the funeral I noticed a dark car sitting nearby, and through a rolled down window a man was pointing a camera at them and snapping pictures. Immediately I didn’t understand how this man could be so inconsiderate to be taking pictures like that at a funeral, but then I realized how much money someone would get for pictures of a famous actor and country singer mourning with his family over the loss of his wife. But as soon as this realization had flashed through my mind my fathers two bulky bodyguards were already moving into action. They quickly chased the car away, but not before they got a few more good shots of the family.

The next day I watched as pictures of the funeral were on every gossip show, website, and magazine out there. And not only that but when ever I’d step out of my building to go do a little shopping I was bombarded by paparazzi wanting to get more pictures of the mourning family. This carried on for weeks, I tried to go to school like I normally would, but now there was paparazzi camped out waiting and people had learned who my dad was and were either pissed off at me or treating me differently.

I’d finally had enough of dealing with the fakers at school, so I asked my dad if I could get a tutor, and he immediately agreed. I started getting used to my new life, the constant camera flashes, and being followed everywhere. Now that people knew who I was they had a weird fascination with me, people even started asking for my autograph. I of course just signed whatever they thrust at me and carried on my way. It seemed odd to me that people would do all that, it’s not like I’d actually done anything to get myself famous, besides been born, if that even counts.

I had decided that I wanted to stay in Nashville, and although I visited the ranch in Oakgrove often, I had already made new friends in Nashville and didn’t want to have to start over again at the moment. Jared began landing more and more acting gigs, and when I turned thirteen I started auditioning for roles. It turned out I’d gotten my father’s natural talents for acting and singing, plus I’d picked up some modeling skills after being in front of cameras so much.

By the time I reached the age of fourteen she’d starred in seven major films, was starring in a TV show, had guest starred in various other shows, been on too many magazine covers to count, and had released two CD’s. Everything was working perfectly in my life, and I was happier than I’d ever been. But when I landed a role in a major movie, which would have three sequels, and I’d just finished filming another season of my show I decided I needed to take a little break from it all until I needed to start filming the movie. So I called up her brother Logan, who’d moved to Lillyton Maine the year before, and asked him if I could go live with him for a year. Of course he agreed right away, and the arrangements were made for me to leave a month after my fifteenth birthday. I learnt during my phone calls to Logan that there was a small high school there that I would be able to attend when I got there. The idea made me a little nervous, my last experience at school when people knew my dad was famous was horrible, and now that I myself was famous maybe it would be worse. But Logan reassured me that people there weren’t that shallow, and I needed to give them a chance. Eventually I agreed to give a chance.

I had a few weeks between when I arrived in Lillyton and when I was scheduled to start school, so I took advantage of the time to get to know the town. I loved to go to the beach at when the sun was setting and watch the suns rays turn the sky amazing colors. I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to anyone except for a convenience store clerk when I ran in to grab a bottle of pop, and had stopped by the magazine to quickly flip over a magazine that I was on the cover of. I’d hoped that no one would recognize me, but I realized that the media was everywhere, and even though I had different hair now than I did when I was in Nashville people where bound to figure it out. Fortunately the clerk at the store had just looked at me oddly, as if he was trying to figure something out, but he hadn’t said anything so I just assumed that I was in the clear.

As the days before school started flying by I became more and more nervous, I constantly rethought my decision to take a break. But I just sucked it up and stopped by the mall to do some back to school shopping. Then on the fateful day I’d been both dreading and kinda looking forward to, I pushed open the front doors of the school and made my way to the office to get my schedule.

I’d made it through the first day pretty much unnoticed. Of course there were the strange looks that the new kid always got, but no one seemed to recognize me, if they did they sure didn’t say anything to me. Of course I’d donned some oversized sunglasses for the occasion, ensuring that I could inconspicuously check out my new peers without staring at them like a freak, and I’d also pulled back her hair, which was something I rarely did in public back in Nashville. So I didn’t look like the famous Celeb most people knew, and as soon as they all put me and my name together they were gonna realize who I was. But who knows maybe since I wasn’t hiding anything they wouldn’t treat me weird.

U P P E R C L A S S

* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,

schuyler
It had been about six o’clock pm when Neferet had woken Stevie Rae up by knocking on her door. She’d come to inform her that she would be getting a room mate later that day. It was pretty early in the day (for a fledgling at least) but Neferet explained that she’d wanted to give Stevie Rae enough time to clean up before her roommate arrived, and since it was a weekend and there was no classes that day she would have plenty. And with that Neferet said a quick goodbye and left Stevie Rae standing dumbfounded in her pajamas with the door wide open. She’d had a room to herself for about a month and a half now, and she’d pretty much given up on having a roommate since there were still quite a few other rooms that were completely empty. But now she would finally be able to have someone who she can pull all-nighters with, borrow clothes from, and tell everything to. Stevie Rae had always wanted someone to do all those things with, like a sister, but all she ever had was overprotective brothers who although they were very close were never the same as a sister would be.

So Stevie Rae spent the next hour cleaning her whole room, top to bottom, and she also cleared the side that would be her roommates. The whole time she did so, she was blasting her stereo with a mixed CD of all her favorite songs that she loved to sing along to. It was even fun sometimes, as she pictured what the girl might look like, and what she would like to do. But then Stevie Rae started to get nervous, would the girl be a goth freak? Someone who hated Stevie Rae’s singing, and would cringe whenever she pulled out her guitar. She began to over think everything, so after quickly checking the clock she decided to head down to the lounge, where her friends would be eating breakfast and probably watching TV too.

After Stevie Rae finished telling all her friends and pretty much everybody in the lounge, that she was getting a room mate, she grabbed a bowl of lucky charms and headed back to her room. She felt a bit better about the whole worrying if they would click or not, but she still needed to relax and clear her mind of all negative thoughts, so when she got to her room she pulled her guitar out from under her bed. It was one of the few was she felt totally calm and it takes her mind off of whatever is happening in her world. It was given to her as a birthday gift by her father when she was fourteen years old. And he’d given it to her onstage at one of his concerts that was being broadcast worldwide. Then Stevie Rae opened the drawer on her bed side table and pulled out a notebook. On the outside it looked like any normal notebook would, but on the inside it held every song lyrics she’d ever written. It was like a window to the secret world of Stevie Rae and to everything she’s ever felt was important. She’s written about having to go see her father in Nashville, about having to return to dead end Henrietta, how free she feels when she rides a horse, and pretty much every aspect of her life. It was her diary.

Stevie Rae spent the next few hours strumming her guitar and writing something down every so often in her notebook, when a knock on the door opened, and before she could even put her guitar down the door opened. There stood a woman with silver gray hair, and an armload of boxes. Stevie Rae quickly stood up and walked over to the woman to help her. And once all the boxes the woman had brought were in the room and sitting at the end of her roommate’s bed, the woman explained that she was Zoey’s grandmother and insisted she called her Grandma. Then Stevie Rae quickly summed up that Zoey was going to be her roommate and she was going to arrive soon. She and Grandma talked for a while, and Grandma asked her if she played the guitar (seeing the guitar still lying on her bed). Stevie Rae of course said yes, and explained that it helped her to relax. Grandma just smiled and asked if she would play her something to help her relax, so Stevie Rae picked up her guitar and started playing a song she wrote a week ago, a little bit in she began to sing and it was if she was in her own world. When she finished Grandma thanked her and told her she needed to get back to Zoey. So Stevie Rae just went back to playing by herself as she had before.

An hour or so later Stevie Rae decided to go and fix her hair a little before Zoey arrived, so she lay her guitar down on her bed and walked over to the little bathroom she and Zoey would be sharing. It was a small bathroom, it had a shower, toilet, and sink, so there was two vanity table near the beds so that they could have their makeup and what-not there without crowding the bathroom counter. But since it had only been her, Stevie Rae had kept her stuff in the bathroom, so she also needed to transfer her stuff out. And just as she was grabbing an armful of stuff she heard the door open and close, so she quickly ran out and dumped all her stuff on her vanity. Then she turned quickly to the girl standing sort of awkwardly near the door. “You must be Zoey! Your Grandma came by earlier and dropped off some of your stuff, she seems really nice and we talk for, oh it must have been half an hour. She said how nice and kind you are, and that you were in the infirmary because she’d found you unconscious because you hadn’t come her fast enough. She also told me how you step-dad is a loser and pitched a fit when she went to get your stuff so it’s no wonder you couldn’t get here fast enough.” Stevie Rae stopped when she realized she hadn’t taken a breath since she’d opened her mouth. “Oh, I’m Stevie Rae by the way, you roommate.” She added, grinning at the girl who looked a little lost.


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