~Ash's POV~

"Now pretend you are sitting on a water fountain eating an ice-cream. No no no. don't give her the ice-cream!" My photographer, Andrew, also known as the omega of our pack, snapped, glaring at me for giving a 6 year old my ice-cream.

"It was a nice deed to do at least," I think. Being a celebrity is hard! Yeah it is everyone's dream to become one, and I would gladly let someone take my spot, but there is a lot to it than just the red carpet and films. There is practising how to sign your signature so you can sign stuff your fans have when they meet you, you rarely ever go out of the house unless it is an important meeting or in this case a photo-shoot, and then there is the most boring thing, the photos. The photographers are also bossing you around telling you to do stuff and how to wear your clothes and did I mention the do's and dont's? They are the worse that I shouldn't even be mentioning it. I am alpha of my pack and here I am being controlled by an omega!

~time skip to when they got home~

My family is okay. They are sometimes a bit bossy too but once you get to know them they are really nice. Well.....except for my dad. he has been drinking a lot and got into a lot of fights with mum. I always wanted to go outside but I am always having to be inside because of dad. Mum lets me go but dad is like "Oh no son! You are staying here and you are never going outside again!" Now you may be wondering how many times have you been outside when it is not important, say like a walk around the neighbourhood? well here is the answer.........NONE! Thanks a lot, dad! I've always wanted to explore the place and I never really got the chance to do so because of him. But everything is okay now, dad has gone to jail because mum saw him beat the crap out of me. 

"Hey, mum. Can I go outside? Just for a walk?" I plead. 

"Sure honey, but make sure you bring a marker in case you bump into any fans!" She replies whilst I walk out the door with a sharpie in my hand. As I walk around a nice breeze hits my face. I smile and see that there are, of course, fans running towards me. I say hello to them and let them take their selfie and sign their book about me and a poster of me. I wave goodbye and keep on walking until I can hear screaming, crying and laughing.