Introduction to the world

We arrived at my street to see loads of press surrounding my house. I walked up the driveway, pushing past reporters and clumsy camera men.

"What do you know about Jack Whitman?"

"Are you his family?"

"Could you slip us a few secrets?"

"Who are you to Jack?" Questions came from every direction. I struggled past a reporter who had been trying to get a photo of me.

"Could you not?" I asked, covering the camera lens.

"Sorry." She didn't mean it. I made it to the door and turned around to see Taylor struggling after me. I laughed and began to open the door, ran in and waited at the window for Taylor. She stumbled and tripped and fell but eventually she made it. We shut the door behind us and slumped down to the floor.

"Well that was fun!" Taylor could always cheer me up. All of a sudden Jack, my Dad, came downstairs,

"Oh so that's why they are out there," I pointed outside at the press.

"Yeah about that.."

"What?"

"I was wondering if you want to tell them, you know, spread the word about you, and me." He looked hopeful

"I g-guess, I mean what's the worst that can happen. Wait now?" I wasn't sure what I wanted yet.

"Great, my hair and makeup artist is in here she can make you look perfect." In two seconds I was sat down at my kitchen island (it had 'the best lighting') having my face poked, painted and pulled. The make up artist, who's name turned out to be Clara, was actually exceptional. I was surprised when I looked in the mirror after she was done.

"Wow is that really me!"

"I have to say, Clara you have outdone yourself." Jack added.

"You'll have to keep this up every day if the press is going to know about you."

"What! Every day!" I don't have that much time!

"Yes I can come over and help you I you want, oh and you're going to have to start working out." I was speechless, she had some nerve.

"Yes that will be good, you ready?" Jack turned to me.

"No way! Um wardrobe!" Clara acted like he had just slapped her.

"Of course." He laughed. I was then whisked upstairs to see Taylor, all ready made up and dressed, helping someone pick out clothes from a rack.

"Taylor what are you-" a pile of clothes were thrown into my hands, she seemed to have adjusted quicker than me.

"Try these on." Taylor laughed at my discomfort. I gave in and tried on what seemed like a whole mall until everyone was satisfied with my appearance.

"Ready?" Jack offered me a hand, and helped me up. We walked downstairs, Jack on one side Taylor on the other. As we reached the door Jack looked at me for conformation.

"Let's do this."