Undercover

I dried myself hastily, pulling my jeans and shirt on, then slipping on my beaten up Supras, grabbing my backpack and running down the stairs.

'Woah. Priscilla Soleil Georgina Dayley wakes up early? That's something new.' Tyler, my younger brother, said as he handed me an apple.

I laughed shakily and slipped my brown wig on and putting my ugly black contacts and hipster glasses on.

'I'm Samantha Song, remember?'

'Ohh yeahhhh... Sammy... You look like a nerd.' he said, causing me to roll my eyes.

'Duh. Isn't that what my get up tries to project?' I said and walked out the door, unhooking my Jack Wills sweater from the coats hook and ran out, using my skateboard to get to school.

I stopped infront of a big modern building.

Welcome to University of London.

The school were One Direction, the only artists who are undercover, studies.

And I was their secret bodyguard.

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Sooooo...... how is the first part of my first story? Is it kinda bad? Completely bad? Bad?

Honestly, people.

Much pixie dust and unicorn love,

SandyAndy