Superstar

Chapter 1

 The video was everywhere.

And I hadn't even known it existed.

I had a good excuse though, I had been curled up under my purple comforter and a pile of tissues for the majority of the week with a fever. I spent my time sleeping and staring at my walls covered in music note stickers for countless hours. If I had known about the video, though, I would have gotten right out of bed and marched in my bunny slippers across the street to kill Chelsea Mills.

Okay, I wouldn't actually... but I would give her a strict talking-to and demand her to take down that video.

So right when I found out about it, after I finally had the energy to look at my phone and see the swamps of texts, comments on Instagram, and Tweets about the video, I did in fact wrap myself up in my fuzzy blanket with the ducks on it and march to my best friend's house, armed with a jumbo sized tissue box and germs.

I probably did look pretty pathetic with my hairstyle that brought new levels of messy to a messy bun. I was wearing my bunny slippers and pajamas, but I knew there was no time like the present, and I was ready to make an end to this nightmare as soon as possible.

As I knocked on the door, I made sure to rub my hand on the handle so I could spread as many sick germs as possible for revenge at Chelsea for destroying my life.

"Hellohhhh." the peppy greeting turned into a sigh once Chelsea saw it was me. She had a guilty smile on her face and she started to comb her fingers through her stick-straight black hair- something she did when she was nervous, "I'm guessing you heard about the video."

I wrapped by duck blanket closer around me as I answered, "Yes, I did, but it seems like I was the last one to hear about it." I narrowed my eyes at her, "Chelsea, how could you?"

"Okay come in, come in." my best friend ushered me inside her house, "It's not good for you to be standing outside with a fever."

"Oh now you care about my feelings." I grumbled sarcastically as I took in Chelsea's house. All the houses in my neighborhood looked exactly the same on the outside, right down to the oatmeal-colored walls, and for the most part that same rule applies to the inside as well, but Chelsea's was completely different. Canvas acrylic paintings covered all her wall space and plenty more easels were set up in various locations in the house. Her mother was an artist and every time I came over she was constantly painting something new and amazing. Most moms would have a tray of cookies baking in the oven to give out, but instead Mrs. Mills presented almost every friend that walked into her house with a sketch, painting, or print. Many a time I would be leaving Chelsea's house with a beautiful work of art tucked under my arm.

Chelsea was very artistic too, except her artistic talent was with filming and cameras- unfortunately for me.

"Maisie, what's the matter with you?" Chelsea's eyes were wide with disbelief, "Why are you mad? Don't you realize this is an opportunity?"

I rolled my eyes, fiddling with the small hole in the corner of my blanket, "An opportunity to get on Funniest Home Videos? Sorry Chels, not interested in making more of a fool of myself than has already been made." Reaching into my jumbo box of tissues, I blew my nose in the most dignified way possible to show I was not amused.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm really not." I told her earnestly, "Take the video down."

Then, Chelsea looked like she had been hit with a brilliant idea as she raised her eyebrow at me, brown eyes intense. This was the kind of look she got every single time she walked out onto the tennis court, ready to smother her opponent.