Step one: Losing the only mother you've ever known.
Step two: Being plunged into a world of the unknown father, lost brother and loud music.
Step three: Run away.
Step four: Become famous and forget it all.
...If you can...
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A guy with blond hair had unclipped my locket and stood grinning at me holding it in the air.
'Hello beautiful.' That asshole took my mom's locket! Wait, what did he just call me?
'Please g-give that back!' I had my eyes locked on the necklace.
'Not until you give me your number babe.' No fucking way.
I made a snatch for the locket but he was quicker and dodged me. He looked at someone behind me and shouted, 'Hay James! Catch!'
He threw my necklace! He threw my mom's necklace.
I turned to see my brother holding the chain. He hasn't seen me for 15 years so I guess he didn't recognize me, it's a shock to see him after all these years but I need that locket back.
'Please, g-give it b-back.' I said to him, my stupid nervous stutter making me sound like a child. He threw it to the blond guy. I turned to him.
'Give it to me!' He rolled his eyes.
'Why is jewellery so important to chicks?' He tossed it to James who grinned at me in a mean way. 'Let's see what pictures she has in here, I bet it’s her boyfriend.'
No!
'P-please give it back!' He ignored me and roughly opened it. Blond guy joined him to see what was in it.
I just want it back! Mom wore it almost every day and he just took it. James looked at me with an angry look. 'Why do you have a picture of my parents in here?'
'Please just give it back!' I reached for it but he lifted it above his head. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
'T-that was my mom's locket. Please give it t-to me!' Another tear escaped.
He lowered his arm and put the locket in my hand. I quickly put it on without looking at him. The blond boy slowly walked off, 'I'll give you guys some privacy, sorry about, you know.' He dashed off towards the stage.
Suddenly I was crushed as James pulled me into a hug. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you ok?' Besides the fact he's crushing me.
'Yeah, but your crushing me.' He let go and looked at me.
'You’re not what I expected.' Way to make a girl feel wanted.
James is the average rock star: styled black hair, pouty lips, six pack and skinny jeans. Every girl's dream boy, I'm nothing like him. My hair is long and messy, I'm not girly or popstar-ish, I'm a tomboy. I wear t-shirts and hightops not mini-skirts and heels.
'Not what you expected!? What did you expect? A gawky kid who fan girls all over you and wants be your BFF!? Well to bad, I fucking hate you and Louis. I don't even want to be here and you can be damn sure as soon as I turn eightteen I'll be out of here.' He stiffened.
