Chapter One

Today was the Tag I had to go to One Direction's meet and greet with my friends. I sighed. The only reason I had to go was I Lost a bet with one of my friends. Lesson learned: Don't do anything with the names One Direction. Don't worry, I don't just dislike them, there's a huge Liste from One direction to Selena Gomez. The only band I listen to is Marianas Trench, the occasional rap and all the old incredible songs everyone forgot about. My favourite song right now is " Beautiful Soul" Von Jesse McCartney.

I looked at my clock, 12:17 p.m. It started at 3:00 but they wanted to get there earlier. Just then I got
a text from one of my friend, Megan.

Megan: hurry up! we're gunna be late. u
promised! Oh, and where sumthin pretty ;)

I rolled my eyes at her text. Pretty? Pttf. Pretty is a word that doesn't exist in my vocabulary. I quickly pulled on a pair a ripped black jeans and a loose black cropped oben, nach oben with the print of a tiger on the middle in gold. I chose a pair of Gold earrings, a necklace, a matching bracelet and snuck them into my school bag. I grabbed my foundation and eyeliner also stuffing them into my bag. I exited my room making my way out of the house.

" Where are Du going?" My mom asked me in her Indian accent. I winced, so close.

" Uhh... I'm heading to Megan's." I lied.

"Looking like that?" I cursed under my breath. I knew I should've worn a coat.

" I told Du her mom is planning her a surprise birthday party, mom." I yelled.

" Right, right. I swear the people in London are so odd. India is better."

I quickly slipped on my bikers boots and headed out the door. I was relieved that I made it out without being caught. It kills me to lie to my parents all the time but it's necessary. My parents just won't allow anything. No fun. No boys. No nothing. I was lucky I could get out of the house to go to Megan's. Everything was about grades to them. Having brown parents that are so demanding is just overwhelming.

I ran to Megan's house and knocked. " There Du are! Uggh, what are Du wearing?" She sagte in her British accent. I swear everyone has an accent. Me being from Canada doesn't give me an accent. I have been dying for British accent ever since I was 13 but my wish hasn't come true even after 4 years. My family moved to London a few months Vor because of my sister. I rolled my eyes. My family thought she was the perfect daughter and wanted me to be just like her. The thought just made me want to throw up. Don't get me wrong I Liebe her but she can be a real pain in the ass. I was drawn out of my thoughts when Megan gave me a funny look.

"Excuse me? My mom wondered why I was wearing this to your place." I replied clearly offended.

"I guess it is a plus from your usual wear." I just glared at her. " Well, come on in!"

Heather and Sarah were already there. " Hey Jessa." They exclaimed.

Heather had her perfectly black straight hair half up and half down. She was wearing a baby blue dress with black heels. On the other hand Jessa had her blonde curly hair down that reflected her tanned skin. She also was wearing a dress, but it was black and stuck to her figure. I looked back at Megan. Why was everyone wearing a dress?!? Hers was a hot rosa with ruffles which stood out from her pale skin. Her hazel hair was tied in a loose bun with a rosa headband to oben, nach oben it off. I feel like a hobo standing between these three girls.

"You got two minutes, then we are hitting the road!" Sarah said.

I mumbled an okay and made my way to the washroom. I combed my black hair leaving it messy. I applied my foundation and topped off with a thick line of eyeliner. I quickly put on my jewelry and went outside. No surprise, all three of them were in the car. It was a 2o Minute drive to the meet and greet. We got out and my ears were blasted were screaming girls. I checked my phone 1:30. Great, I'm going to be stuck here for a while. We were in line for 2 hours, finally it was our turn. Megan and I went first. She was fangirling and taking pictures and getting an autograph from all five of the members. This must be the time of her life.

" Du need a autograph oder picture." the blonde member sagte in his heavy Irish accent. I think he's the one that goes Von Niall? I nodded my head in disgust. I think I confused him but who cares. Then my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked at the name and gasped.

" Shut the front door." I said. Then I screamed at the oben, nach oben of my lungs, " EVERYBODY SHUT THE FREAK UP!" and answered the call. "Hello?"

It was my mom.
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A/N - uh.oh, wht u think?