Y/n L/n. A girl from a broken family, a rockstar, and a total teenage dirtbag who's not afraid to get into a fight at a rooftop party.
Vance Hopper. A boy from a broken family, and a total teenage dirtbag who's not afraid to fight a grown man in the...
I wake up to my alarm screaming at me. I groan and flip over. My hand slams onto the alarm clock and the screaming stops. I then realize exactly why I set it.
Fuck.
I have my first day at school in Denver. I am actually going to fucking kill myself.
I get up and just stand there for a second, taking in my surroundings. I don't wanna be here.
I walk over to my little radio. I put a tape into it that I made with all of my favorite songs. As the first song comes on, I hear more music across the hallway, and then more music coming from the room next to mine. Norway and De must be up.
Norway and De is the rest of my band. My bands named BadShit. We moved here from L.A. just to get away from fans. Not as many people know us here, but I'm guessing a lot of people do. And even more people are about to because we're performing at the town square tonight with a bunch of other bands. But anyway, Me and my mom, Norway and her parents, and then De and her dad, all moved into my grandparents house. It seems like a lot, but not for this house. Plus, this is only temporary. Me and my mom are staying here, but the others are trying to get enough money to buy a house. So that means they have to stay here until that. I don't mind though.
I walk over to my vanity, and pull out the chair. I sit down and open the drawer. I grab mascara, lipgloss, highlighter, chapstick, and a brush. I brush my hair, and then get to doing my makeup.
I come to a stop when I get to be looking decent, visually pleasing, maybe even hot. Who knows? (Me, I know.)
I go over to my closet and pick out an outfit.
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I finish getting dressed and walk over to my radio, then turn it off.
I walk out of my room and go downstairs to see Norway and De eating at the table with everyone else running around the kitchen, getting ready for work.
"Finally you woke up, Y/n. We thought you died in your sleep." Norway says.
(Here's what she looks like because I don't feel like describing her.)
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