Shooting Star

Chapter 2

I woke up about 3 hours before my flight left. My heart dropped when I realized I still didn't pack, I don't even know what to pack. Do I pack a lot of clothes or only a little? I might not even be picked.

The show is called Shooting Star. Thousands of people send in videos of them singing. The 8 judges pick around 50 of them to audition. Each judge chooses one person during the auditions. The 8 contestants then compete. Each week the world votes for their favorites. During the last episode all of the votes are totaled and the winner is revealed.

I finally decided that I should pack as much as I can because it would really suck if I'm stuck with the amount of outfits that would last one day for about a month.

"Harley let's go!" I can hear my mom shout from downstairs the second I zip up my last bag. I grab my crutches and hop towards the small elevator that we traded out instead of stairs.

"Are you excited?" My mom asks as the door opens.

"Yes!" I move out of the elevator.

"Get in the car and I'll go grab your bags," She gives me a warm smile as she takes my place in the small elevator as I make my way toward the car. My dad had already left for work.

Within minutes my mom comes rushing out the front door holding all of my bags.

And then it hit me. This was actually happening. I'm actually going to have a chance to be on my favorite show. A warm feeling spread through my chest and into my heart and even to my legs. The feeling glued a shining smile on my face. I have to get in, my life would probably be even more ruined than it already was.
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Hey guys!! Does anyone actually like this book? I honestly really like writing it, but please give feedback like honest feedback I don't care if you flat out tell me my story sucks. I would probably want to hug you for being honest.