Chapter 1

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Riley's POV:

"Oi! You girl! Get back here!" he yells as I stumble past the shocked onlookers, clutching the bag to my chest. I pull my hood over my head and sprint into the alleyway. I've made it. The orphanage lights glow in the misty evening, and the sound of boisterous laughter spills onto the street. I climb the stairs to my room, which I share with my absolute best friends Anna and Julian. Posters cover Anna's walls, some band called 5 SOS or something. Julian practically worships soccer, especially this dude called Christiano Ronaldo. Me? My walls are bare. I still haven't quite figured out what I'll do with them. Suddenly the door slams open and Anna and Julius storm in, arguing about some stupid concept that they disagree on.

"How'd you go?" asks Anna, gesturing to the bag.

"Alright. I mean, I got it" I grin.

"Give us a look!" says Julian, grasping at the bag.

I open the bag, exposing the tiny stray kitten that I had stolen from the pound.

"Aww my gosh! That's totes adorbs!" Anna coos

"Adorbs isn't actually a word, but yeah, it's pretty cute." shrugs Julian, "Where are you gonna put it?"

Before I can answer the door swings open again, revealing one of the four orphanage staff.

"Dinner is ready, kiddos" she growls.

We sigh and race down the stairs.


Luke's POV:

"You guys have been a pretty amazing audience tonight!" I stutter, receiving a huge scream from the Sydney audience.

"Goodbye and goodnight!" yells Ashton, before we turn and walk single-file backstage.

Michael lies on the sofa, beads of sweat running off his red face.

"Jesus Christ those girls were loud!" he growls.

"There were some hot ones though," Calum laughs.

Tomorrow we head to Melbourne, for 7 consecutive performances in the MCG. Honestly, I couldn't be more excited, but right now my head is pounding and I need sleep.

"Into the van boys, we're off to the airport!" Adam yells, making Ashton jump.

We climb into the van and try to sustain consciousness for the long and boring trip that lays before us.



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