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You Should Know Me
Chapter 1
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For my friends, Emily and Ashley.
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Life can be boring for some people. You feel like there's nothing left for you to do in the world. You feel like you could just die and no one would notice.
But not me, I'm fucking famous. Kind of...
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"Amalia, come eat before you leave or you're not going at all!" My mother says, waving the spoon she was using to cook.
"Mami, I'm a big girl now. If I wanted to leave without eating, I could." I shrug my shoulders.
My mother gives me the meanest death stare she could. It didn't faze me. I'm used to it. She shakes her head before saying, "Amalia, sit the fuck down! Why are you trying to starve yourself?!"
"What? Mami, I've never tried to do that!"
"Whatever stop yelling, you're giving me a headache." She says.
"What?!" I say in surprise and she smacks me with her spoon. "No talking back." I just nod and sit down in front of my plate. Okay, whatever. I'll eat. Hopefully I don't throw up later. So much shit has been on my mind lately. I can't concentrate.
A lot can happen in months, like becoming fucking famous. It has been the most stressful and most unpredictable, amazing few months. I should probably tell you my story but, eh. I was in a huge hurry to head over to the MTV Awards.
Ummm, I'm not sure you heard that; MTV FUCKING AWARDS.
Yes bitches, I Amalia, am going to get an award. Well, it's not set in stone, but I better.
I barely finished my food and hurried out before my mom could say anything. I had soundcheck in 30 minutes and if I didn't get there in time my management would be pissed. Oh did you hear that too? "Management". Ha, who would've thought.
All i had back in New York was my cousin/best friend, Franchesca. She was basically my management at the time. She helped me get gigs and get the word around about my talent. Oh, did I say I could sing? Well, I can sing. Pretty damn well, may I add. Soon, I became popular in the Spanish music industry.
Word traveled fast when I started posting videos on YouTube. I got 100,000 subscribers in a month. Phew, that's a lot of zeros. Next thing I know, they invite me to the 2015 MTV Awards and nominate me for 2 awards; Best Female Video and Artist to Watch Award !
I guess you could call me pretty fucking lucky.
A loud beep went off outside. I sighed in relief and hurried out of this hell hole of a house. Francy was outside. Thank god.
I dashed into the car. "Whoa, someone's in a hurry." Franchesca smirked, looking at me
"Why are you smiling like that, fucking drive we're going to be late!" I said worriedly.
She started laughing to herself like the weird hoe she is. "Um, I'm sorry, did I miss something?" I say glancing at her weirdly.
"Huh?"
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Amalia // H.S FF (Urban)
Fanfiction"Do you know what's nice and squishy? Harry's ass." Upcoming R&B singer, Amalia, gets people talking about her in a very weird way. Lets just say, it involves Harry's ass.
