CHAPTER TWO

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AUTHORS NOTE

I'M BACK PEASANTS. No. I'm joking. I love all two of you readers. Kisses to my fishes ;) Yup. One direction in a few chaptersssssssss. idek. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Theresa walks up behind me, laughing. "What is your problem? He's going to snap one day." I rolled my eyes. "No he won't. We're going to be big stars and I won't have to see him ever again." I say dreamily and start thinking about touring and singing. Theresa starts snapping in my face. "Hey. Hey loser. We have an assembly to go to!" She grabs my hand, pulls me down to the performing arts center and takes a seat in the back. Our principle walks out on stage and starts talking about the show again , even though we've all heard it ten thousand times. Basically the show was called "The Singing Project." It was another singing show by Simon Cowell. There were a bunch of celebrities and they were each assigned to a student as their mentor and after 6 months there is a televised performance where the audience and people at home voted on a winner who then won a recording contract with Simon. During those 6 months, there were interviews, recording sessions, live performances and all sorts of training. "There have been lists with contestants posted all throughout the school." I sat up straighter and looked a Theresa. She sighed and nodded. I then stood up and snuck out the back doors, Theresa right nehind me. I looked at the walls trying t find a list. When i saw one, I ran up and looked for my name. "Carlton.. Carlton... Caaaaaaaaaarrrrrrllltoooonnn...CARLTON! THERESA I MADE IT!" I started jumping and a bunch of kids poured into the hallway. "So did I!" She pulled me away from the sign before I got trampled. "We're supposed to go to the cafeteria to find out our mentor!" she said and i nodded walking with her toward the lunch room. I joined the line that had about ten kids in front of us. When I reached the table a snobby looking lady said "Name?" in a very nasily voice. "Kaitlin Carlton." She flicked through a pile and handed me a packet of papers. I sat down at one of the lunch tables. I ripped openthe envelope and scanned the papers. "You'll be flying out to LONDON, ENGLAND to meet your new mentors.... ONE DIRECTION!!!!" Oh joy. I hate my mentors.

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