An New Start

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Chapter 21

So being under house arrest for a week is bad. Day time TV is for old people. No one's on the internet as everyone else is at school. I have done all sorts from design outfit ideas for when I start working for Link to making outfits for myself; I even made cupcakes which were lovely if I don't say myself. Every day I would ask everyone and anyone in the house if they had gone from outside but I always got the same answer, 'No but I can't see them staying much longer'.

So after a week of being stuck indoors I can't wait to start school today. Sounds sad but you would feel the same. The thought of being able to leave the walls of my house and the idea of going to a new school, a new start, would be enough to keep anyone awake all night on their own but mum and dad told me that when I get home I will be going shopping with them for a small motorbike so that I can go places on my own until I am old enough for a car. Which they have made clear I have to go halves on. So everything is going to be great today.

"MORNING!" I shout as I walked into the kitchen, mum and dad were sat talking about something and I knew I had to make a big entrance to show how excited I was about today even if my stage was only the kitchen.

"Someone's excited" Mum stated, "I made pancakes, there's a plate of them in the oven"

"thank you" I said happily, pancakes are by far the best way to start the day, who really care about being healthy as long as you and your tummy are happy, that's all that counts.

"Are you ready to go?" dad asked once I finished eating, which didn't take long.

"Yep"

"Well let's go then"

As we walked out the car was parked right in front of the door and there was black boarding around it.

Must be to keep any remaining press people away.

I wasn't wrong but I wasn't right either. The boards had been put up to block the press from taking my photo but there wasn't just a few that was hoping to catch a photo of me, there was about 30 people there. Was I really something to make sure a fuss about? Why could a pop group be splitting up or something?

"It's alright; the glass will just reflect the light of the camera so all they will get is the front of my car"

"Why is there so many?"

"It's not as many as there was last weekend"

"Really?"

"There were about 100"

"Why they making it such a big deal?"

"Because you tried to hind from them, and everyone wants to know why"

"Because I wanted a normal life, is that not enough"

"Nope, they reckon there is some big story full of gossip behind it"

"oh great"

"Don't worry about it, we won't let anyone talk to you about the whole situation until you are ready"

"But when that time comes, I will be asked a million questions at once"

"interviews tead to be scripted, so you can plan what you say"

"Alright, so there's nothing to worry about"

"Nope, everything is going to be fine"

"Good"

**

After driving for an hour and picking up a Starbucks on the way, we pulled into the driveway of school. We had to go the long way to get here so that we could make sure we weren't being followed.

The school looked bigger than before or is that because I am nervous?

what's everyone going to say about me? can I trust anyone? will x

someone sgow me around?

"Lucie everything is going to be fine" dad said.

"Was I speaking out load? "

" No, you just look really worried"

" Oh thanks"

" Just relax"

"I am trying to"

" Good because we are here, have a lovely day"

" Thanks"

**

I was worried about nothing. Its was just like a normal school and everyone was lovely, they all commented on how they wished they could of kept there lifes private like I did. I also got to spend all day with Link, which is an another bonus.

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here's todays chapter, hope you like it is more of a filler bit more to come

on Thursday.

Do you guys want to hear more Lucie or Link?

only half of this chapter is edited sorry.

Zoe xxx

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