[PHOTO IS OF NATALIE BASSINGTHWAIGHTE]
Let's get started: Hey everyone! So currently my brain is being flooded with ideas for this book I am working on. It's actually inspired by this photo I have down to the right of Natalie Bassingthwaighte. Actually, it started off as a story about a girl named Natalie whose mother died and her father came back from Japan after finding out the Japanese backed of war. They live in a mansion by the way and the photo sort of looks like one. So now my idea is about a girl called Natalie who is no younger than about fifteen and no older than seventeen - age has not been decided yet but she does get older throughout the novel. Anyway, she lives in a mansion with her father; Louis, mother; Catherine, sister; Charlotte and brother; Tyrone. She starts at a new school and people call her rich, stubborn, conceited judging by her house. She isn't at all stubborn or conceited but she can't deny that she is rich. It's hard to explain but you'll pick up what I mean as you read on. Sorry about the long intro. but I hope you enjoy reading my story! P.S, please leave a comment and even possibly a fan/vote would rock. xo [P.S This is not Natalie's life story, it is a fiction story made by me using her name!]
Floral dresses, baby-pink cardigans matched with platform heels was under no circumstances too old fashioned for seventeen year old Natalie Bassingthwaighte. She combed her fingers through her wavy, blonde hair. Smiling sweetly at her reflection in the mirror, she revealed her perfectly lined white teeth. Her thick, rectangular glasses zoomed right in on her perfect ocean-blue eyes. Gently pushing her wardrobe door to a close, the walls around Natalie shook violenly. She swung her bedroom door open impatiently and crossed the ensuite to her twin's room.
'Holly!' she boomed exasperatedly, bashing on the door.
'What?' snapped Holly, her long, tangled hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head.
Natalie rolled her eyes, 'Some of us have a speech to do with our academic future.'
'And some of us have a band concert in forty eight hours.' she protested, 'what's your point?'
Natalie crossed her arms and straightened her back, 'forty eight hours; mine is in less than five. Thankyou for
