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One Way or Another- My POV

"There has to be a way that I can get up there with them.." I started to my best friend, after viewing the results of the voting hours before the 2013 Brit Awards. I am a pop star, you see, and I am nominated for Best Single, along with this really popular boy band, known as One Direction.

"There will be a way. You and One Direction are only a few hundred votes apart. Your true fans will pull through for you." My best friend said, trying to encourage me. It wasn't working, though, so I just walked away, towards my dressing room. I was about to unlock the door when.......

"What do you think you're doing here, Janel?" Zayn said, as he stared at my pure black mini skirt. I paid no attention, as I didn't know who it was that was behind me. "You know that you have no chance against us." At that moment, I turned around, only to meet into a death stare of Zayn Malik, a member of the boy band that I was competing with for Best Single.

"Hi, Zayn." I said, with a slight strep-throat sound to it. I was totally planning on playing him on this.

"Hi. You know, why did you even enter this competition? You, miss, don't stand a chance against One Direction, the most powerful boy band in teenage girls' lives."

"Really? I challenge you to a match. I'll meet you on the track. Bring your inline speed skates, if you dare."

"I can't skate, dear. If we were on feet, I would smoke you so bad, not even the fire department could save your ass."

"Excuse me, but I happen to be a Worlds champion at said inline speed skating."

"Prove it."

"I will. Come." Zayn followed me into my dressing room, where he saw all of my awards for speed skating. Every wall, every table, was covered in said awards, and this shocked Zayn.

"I see where you come from, Miss. Sorry for being mean to you."

"It's OK, Zayn. Just wait, though."

"Just wait for what....she's gone." I came back out seconds later with my speed skates on, my uniform on, and my evil stare on.

"Ok...what's going on...here?" I snapped my fingers, and Zayn was soon standing on a pair of my old speed skates.

"Allow me to show you how it's really done...hahahhahah!! He tried to follow as I skated towards the track, but he obviously couldn't stand on my skates. He ended up crawling to the track, where I was flying around corners at close to 30 KMPH.

"I'd be careful.." Zayn started, as I zipped past him yet again.

"Shhhhh, Zayn, I got this!" Zayn stood up, and once again, fell on his face. Owww!

"One way, or another, I will win that award. Just you see!" I yelled, all the way at the far side of the track, still flying.

*3 hours later, at the awards show*

".........and the award, for Best Single, goes to........it was very close, but the winner is...........between Janel and One Direction.......it ended up being.....Janel!" The announcer screamed, sending my fanbase into a wild scream.

"What???? This can't be...it can't.....!!!!" Zayn stuttered.

"Yes it can, and it did. Haha." I said, as I walked out to recieve my award. One way, or another, it happened.

-Janel