Invisible

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

I live in two worlds.  

One where it was good enough being me, and another world where it wasn't.  

But i liked just to escape the two worlds and be 'Invisible'.

**Rose's POV***

"I'm sooo exited, but we are so busy! There is so much to do!" Michelle spoke in a very exited voice. "Omg, we need to do your hair, make up and clothes." She just kept talkin.

"And hello to you too, Michelle." I said when she finished speaking. We laughed a little.

Her eyes were quite large by excitement. I smiled. She looked gorgeous with her ​​reddish-brown long hair that hung over her shoulders.

I welcomed and gave her a hug. I was quite good at giving hugs though.

"It's too bad that you wouldn't see movies about them with me. We could have warmed up to the concert together."She said, I laughed. Then i found out she was serious.

"OMG it just sounds MEGA exciting!" I yelled in a girly voice."Seriously, could you see me being a fangirl?" I laughed again. Michelle couldn't see the fun in it.

She looked around in the house. Our house was a big VERY CLEEN house. The living room had a black leather sofa with some very expensive pillows. We had a black Steinway & Sons grand piano. My mom liked the classicstyle. She was a very known interior designer. My mom was a very special lady, and she planned everything to last detail.

I also had a sister. People said that we looked like each other, but we were not like each other. My sister was a player, she always pretended she was a blonde. But there is a diffrent between being a blonde, acting like a blonde and just having blonde hair. She was always at a party. And she had a boyfriend, but she cheated on him. I felt very bad for him. Actually my sister had never told me that she cheated on her boyfriend Mike, but every weekend she was sleeping with difrent guys. I couldn't understand how she could be so carefree. She always told me that i was acting like an adult and that i nedded to relax, and just live and don't overthink everything. I knew i overthinked everything, but how could my sister, Kate, be so carefree and cheat on her boyfriend?

My dad was diffrent. He was in the music industry. That was something both me and my father shared, the joy of music. I could play the piano, guitar and bass. But my main instrument was probably piano. I loved to sing, that's what I got time to go with, and I enjoyed it. I sang in a band, and it was so great to be in a band, were a group of people who had the same interests.

My dad was in his office and the door was open."Hello Mr. Johnson" Michelle said and smiled to my dad. "thank you for the ticket" she said very politely. He turned around in his chair "the pleasure is mine, but i'm glad you're exited" he said smiling. "we're leaving in an hour girls"

"Omg we are busy" I said with a very light voice.

We both laughed of my little joke. "You should not make fun of me" she said laughing. "I know" i grinned "i'm very evil" I said while I pretended I had devil horns. My dad laughed with me.

My dad and i had the same humor. I realley didn't belive that my mom had humor. She was always upset. She had a kind of cleaning madness. She was always talking about how i never cleaned my room. And i could get allergies.

Michelle took my arm and led me up to my room. I looked at my dad with the save me eyes. He grinned at me.

We ran up to my room. Michelle opened the window and shouted "I'M GOING TO A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT." I grinned at her. She loved one direction, she was a big fan.

I had my collection of Garfield comics in my windowsill. They were my bible, my living principle and my best friend.

I liked my room, there was style over it. It was also very large. I had a guitar in my room. It was a gift from my father. There also was a big bed with lots of pillows, a large mirror and stunning black and white images. I loved taking pictures and was very good at it. I often took pictures of ballet dancers. Michelle was ballet dancer, and good at it. When She danced all her worries disappered, and that was pretty much how i felt about music.

Since my dad was a producer he could almost get a ticket to every concert. Michelle was my best friend, i know that sounded very girlish but yeah she was. she was sooooo exited as she said. she deserved it after all she went through. Her mom died from cancer two months ago.

She had very hard time and i as her best friend just wanted to see the joy in her eyes. I loved when she was happy. Before her mom died she was a very wierd and funny person. She still is but it's not the same..

She looked at me with an evil look. I knew that look, it was the makeoverlook...

...............

After the makeover torture I felt abused. Michelle looked at me and spoke.

"you look so pretty."

"Insn't it much?"

"Rather too much than too little right?"

I couldn't anwser, I felt most pretty when i wasn't wearing too much make up. "I feel pretty, but maybe I'm wearing too much makeup?" I didn't like too lie, i was almost always honest. I said things the way they were. I think i have that from my mom. But still, we do not resemble each other in any way, far from that...

I was wearing a silver Sequin beautiful dress. I actually felt pretty. My Blond, long and a little curly hair was in a very pretty and advanced bun. My makeup was very pretty. Michelle had done her work very good. But she didn't look bad herself. She looked happy, and so did I.

"Girls are you ready?" my dad yelled.

"In a sek" I yelled back.

We just did our makeup done together. When i got downstairs i smiled evil and whispered in my dads ear: "wanna see Michelle freak out?" He grinned and i took that as a yes.

"Hey michelle! Think about this.. Maybe this is the last day as a normal person. Maybe you'll meet your prince." I laughed a little.

She looked shocked: "OMG you're right!!!" she gasped "Do i look okay" she panicked. My dad laughed. "You don't need to be nervous, they are cool." she gasped 

"how can I take it easy, it is one direction."

"I'm so glad that I'm not a girl" Dad said with a grin on his face.

"Heeeey?" we both said in unison.

"Do i look okay?" she panicked.

"You look stunning" I said with a friendly smile on my lip. She had a little bit curlyl hair, In that way our hair reminded of each other. She had a black Sequin top with skinny jeans.

"Do you have the keys?" my dad said

I nodded. Quickly, I was actually a little excited and I did not know why. I was often at concerts...

We was walking towards the car. We had a porche. My dad liked cars, so did I. My dad wanted to give me a car on my birthday, but my mom would rather give me a bag. I liked to be fine, but I went preferably not too much into it. My mom and my sister did. My sister was 19 years old. I was 2 years younger than her.