{Zahara's pov}
I pull out my black Swiss gear suitcase and start to put stuff in it. I throw some crop tops, shorts, leggings, dresses, two pairs of pumps, and three pairs of vans. I then put in my makeup, brushes, and hair stuff. I HATE my hair. It's blonde, and never looks good. Good thangg {if you watch twd you know where I got that from} I always wear bandanas. I walk downstairs into our kitchen. I go to the sliver fridge and pull out a bottle of coffee creamer. I pour a cup of coffee and add the creamer, then I grab a scone. Fancy, right? Haha yeah no. "ZAHARA!" I hear Shawn scream. "Go away Shawn! I need food!" I scream back. Ugh. I eat most of it, and then walk upstairs. I grab my iPhone 5s and call Terrence.
"Hey chica" says Terrence.
"Sup." I reply.
"So, I saw the video!" He says.
"Oh, really?"
I reply.
"Yeah!"
"So, how is your day?"
"Good. Hey, um, do you want to go out tonight?" He asks nervously.
"Sure, what time, and what should I wear?" I say.
"6:00, and dress fancy." He replies.
"Okay! See ya then!" I say and hang up.
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Bad Boy//T.C
FanfictionZahara Mendes was fairly average. Except for the fact she was the older sister of Shawn Mendes. She was a huge singer across the world with albums such as 'Beat up' or 'Blue Skies.' She was also a famous viner, and a beauty guru. But when she is inv...
