Authors Note:

This is my first FanFiction upload. I have never shared my writing with anyone, let along on a public site so I'm really nervous about putting it out there. I've been writing since I was a little girl but it was mostly one-shots and poetry and I decided to try something different. I hope you guys enjoy this and please don't hesitate to review. I take all feedback into the best consideration. And sorry if there are grammar mistakes (it's always been a weak spot for me).

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy.

Do you know what it's like to be the daughter of multi-millionaires? Do you know what it's like to be born into the eyes of the public? Do you what it's like to hide away from who you are because you can never tell who's being real and who's not when it comes to being your friend. You don't know what its like, do you? That's the thing. No one does know.

I stare at the full body mirror in front of me. I have his eyes and I have her hair. The perfect combination. But that's probably the only perfect thing I have. The thought weakens my smile as I turn away from the mirror and head back to my room. "Here goes nothing Phoebe," I mumble while grabbing my bag and head to the kitchen.

This morning breaks protocol as I start my first day back at school. And when I say 'back at school', I mean first day as a senior in high school. I should be excited, right? I should be jumping around, singing the latest song on the top of my lungs while getting dresses or actually caring about what I'm wearing to school (even though most people think I spend hours, when it's thirty seconds). But instead, I fake a smile and pretend my life is oh so easy or oh so perfect, as most people see. I can tell you one thing. Don't believe everything you see. Nor believe everything you hear. I can say from past articles and interviews that I have lied to the press and the people actually bought it. Why should my life be in others business. Why should my life be at others care? It shouldn't be, but it is. And that is the sad truth.

Walking into the kitchen, I see my father eating his normal omelet and my mother making her everyday tea. "Good morning," I smile. Although life may be tough to deal with, I love my parents. They may have not wanted me to be in the public eye along with my brother but I know everything they do is to protect me, even my overbearing father who just doesn't know when to stop.

"Morning sweetheart, did you sleep alright?" Mom poured out her tea along with a cup of my own. I am definitely my mothers' daughter, but with a touch of my fathers' ways.

"Do I ever sleep alright? Especially when there's something unusual planned for the day to come?" I joked with her. She turns around and smirks at me. Oh, that face. The one that we both know and share so well.

"School is not a joking matter Phoebe. It's extremely important and with today's economy, you can't take chances." And that would be my dad. The controlling, knows no bound, overprotective Christian Grey.

"Says the man who got expelled from two schools and dropped out of Harvard," I smile proudly at my dad as I watch him roll his eyes at me. I know in that moment, I have defeated my dad, which doesn't happen that often, or at all for that matter.

"Go to school, Phoebe!" He leans towards me.

"Go to work, Dad!" I lean closer, staring directly into his eye with the most serious face I can possibly have.

"And the tension begins at seven thirty in the morning," I vaguely hear my mother say. Unison, my dad and turn our heads to look at her with raised eyebrows. "You guys really have to stop doing that!"

"Doing what?" We saw together, following with a smile as we realize what she is referring to.

"Unbelievable," she raises her hands in defeat and continues her master minding in the kitchen.

I walk over to the fridge and open to practically the entire grocery store. "Dad, I don't understand how you can eat so much food and not be fat. I mean, have you seen the fridge? It's always jam packed with food!" I take out fresh strawberries and Greek yogurt.

"Maybe because unlike you, I actually work out to stay fit, let along your mother helps me, of course." I can hear the stupid grin he has on his face versus seeing it. I quickly look over at my mother who's avoiding eye contact as she blushes.

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear the last part," I shake my head in horror. I look up at my dad who's grinning to his ears. It's quite disturbing to witness. "Way to start my morning, Dad," I scowl at him. He's enjoying my discomfort as he always does. This is what my dad does. Gaining pleasure from other people's pain.

He gets up from his seat and walks over to the sink where my mom is. "As much as I would like to stay around and play, I have work to do." He smiles innocently.

"Christian!" Mom elbows him in his stomach and Dad fakes to be hurt. I sigh deeply. He seriously knows no bound.

"Twice in one morning. I've lost my appetite." I put my fork down as my stomach protests.

"Eat." Daddy points at me. "I don't want you going to school with an empty stomach, let along anywhere with an empty stomach." He walks over and take my fork to pick up a strawberry. "Does Daddy need to feed his little Phoebe by hand like a little girl?" He says in his baby voice.

"Give me that! Go to work so you can ruin someone else's day besides mine." I snatch the fork out of his hands and stick my tongue at him. "Bye Dad!" I force at him and violently eating my strawberries in frustration.

"Goodbye Phoebe." He says innocently and kisses me on the forehead. "Try and have a good day at school and I really do mean try." He walks around the kitchen island to my mother and wraps his arms around her. "And you, don't get all caught up in work. I need my wife too."

Mom giggles. "Right back at you, Mr. Grey." She kisses his on the lips and my dad departures from the kitchen.

"I love you!" I hear echoing down from the living room.

"Love you too!" Mom and I unison.

By some miracle, Daddy has let me finally drive my car to school instead of Sawyer driving me. It's embarrassing enough to not have freedom but it makes me looked spoiled and I hate it. The parking lot isn't crowded when I pull up, but why would it be? There's no class an hour and a half before class starts but there is Dance Team practice every morning for those in it.

I love to dance. Bottom line. It's my getaway. It's the only place where I can forget who I am and what I have for the time being. The music takes me away to paradise where everything is crystal clear and I know what I want and what I need but it's only until reality sucks me back and the world is once again dark.

I park next to the car I recognize. The only car I care for and look out for when I pull into the driveway of the school parking lot. The car that was driven by the one person I have waited all morning to see.

With a beaming smile, I quickly climb out of the car and make my way to the other side as I, myself, am gulped up by the familiar arms that make me feel safe. "About time you should up, I was worried you would ditch out on our first day of senior year," I hear Skyler laugh his way through his words and tighten his grip around me.

"And leave you all stranded in this jail? Never!" I laugh and pull back. Skyler and I have met back in elementary school when he accidentally kicked the soccer ball over the fence and hit me on my knee. An honest mistake that is know forever in my debt. He's the only guy I have ever trusted and the only guy my Dad actually trusts. My best friend of 12 years has come a long way. "It's only been four days since I last saw you and it has felt like centuries. Next time, take me with you if you're going on vacation, for both of our sakes." I smiled at him.

"Trust me, I was thinking the same thing. I barely enjoyed myself because I wanted to come home to you but I already paid the expenses and there was no way I was going to waste that." He grins and I roll my eyes. "You ready for this Phebs?"

"No. Never have and never will be but let's just get the next nine months over with. To senior year, Skyler." I grab his hand as we walk to the gate and head up to the studio.

"To senior year, Phoebe." He gently squeezes my hand.