That fame belongs to ME.

Part 1

Chapter 1

"Come on, we're going to be late." Georgia grabbed me by my elbow, subconsciously, and steered me down the corridor. She always did this when she thought I was going off into a fantasy. I was grateful for her realistic nature; she always kept my feet on the ground.

"No, no. You're not listening! If we just post it online, then we can win."

"Emillie," she sighed. "Millions of wannabe stars enter that competition. We've got the same chance as winning the lottery as we do winning that competition. Come on, seriously, Mr Cole will be mad if we're late again."

"But, Georgia! We're the best out of all of them. We'll definitely win."

She shot me a 'get serious' look. She and I both knew we were hardly the most organised band to be winning such a large-scale competition. The bell rung and we both gasped at the fact we were going to be late to Mr Cole's lesson for the sixth time that week. We hastened our pace and began running until we entered the classroom. No eyes looked at us in shock as the class were used to our constant delayed entrance.

"Aha, Emillie and Georgia. You've finally decided to grace us with your presence? Well that's great, except you're four minutes late. You can make up five times that time after school. Sit down."

We huffed at both the fact we had been sprinting at our fastest speed and because of the detention after school. I was sweating from that short excercise which just proved my lack of physical fitness. Georgia looked as perfect as before she had ran. Her hair still sat perfectly shiny on her head and her tanned face was still customarily clear. I took out a mirror and examined myself: I was disappointed with the reflection. My blonde hair stood sticking out of it's pony tail as if I had just been subject to the scientific experiment of a Vaan De Graaff generator. Its odd highlights made my hair resemble an unwashed plate palette full of the worst, dingy colours. My face was shining from the sweat which was running down my face faster than I had ran. My pale face allowed blotches of alternating pink shades to appear on my face, which looked like the result of constant scratching on skin that suffered from eczema. I wondered whether all famous stars once looked like this when they were younger.

"Okay class, we're beginning our poems unit."

My face lit up at the possibillity of learning about John Agard. He was my favourite poet.

"Get into pairs and research any poets of your choice. You'll be presenting it to the class next lesson." Immediatly and simultaneously, Georgia and I turned to one another and nodded. This was our symbol that we'd be working together. A little giggle escaped my lips as I thought of all the weird things Georgia and I do.

The lesson goes quickly with me and Georgia not having done the adequate amount of work. We spent the lesson gossiping about typical teenage antics. As soon as the bell went, I was ecstatic. Lunch. My stomach had been grumbling all throughout the day so I was glad I could finally put an end to this.

As we enter the canteen, we saw our group of friends sitting on our usual table in the far corner of the cafeteria. They looked divulged in their conversation: Their expressions were stern. Georgia's eyebrow scrunched up in confusion. We both stood on the outskirts of the canteen, curious about what they were discussing. We walked over to them and I cleared my throat, indicating we were there. All three pairs of eyes shot up at us. Their voices hushed.

Mikel elbowed Antonio as if to signal something. Out of all three of them, I secretly lilked Antonio the best. He was always the most up-front person: Never afraid to voice his opinions. In our band, this proved to be a great quality. His ideas were almost always right. Mikel was the most shy one out of us all, however he had immensly magnificent skills when it came to drumming which made up for his mute persona. Sat beside the boys, was Annie. She was our latest addition to the group. I didn't like her myself, but she had one of the rare voices that could match mine. I appreciated the fact that I didn't have to sing all the time, but I hated her sometimes having the limelight as opposed to me.