And by the way--

At Strandbrook College, we are Kids Of. Kids of diplomats, media stars, musicians, artists, actors, oh, and wealthy people who aspire to all of that.

I'm the kid of a rock star. Means nothing to me. When Mum died, six months ago, I didn't just lose her, I lost my dad - to work.

The only thing he does now is annoy me. He hires people like 'The Stylist' who wears bullets in her belt and makes him look like a hobo.

Seriously. But 'The Rockstar' isn't the only person who drives me mad.

There's David McFadden, a guy in my class who could have helped but didn't.

Now, it's too late. I don't want his help. Because I'm not going to trust anyone, love anyone, rely on anyone.

That way I'll never be hurt again. If only I could solve the problem of Rachel, my best friend, who won't let me pull back just like that.

Even David McFadden won't stay out of my face. But I'm not going to fall for his blue eyes, his windswept hair or the plaited leather on his wrist. And when he says he wants to help, I'm sure as hell not going to listen....