Chapter One: The Letter

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Sabrina Daniels
It was the final day of school in Michigan.

I remained concentrated on my history teacher's last suggestions regarding our academic standing. I aimed to have straight A's yet art is far significant to me than my grades. I didn't flunk my junior year and I wasn't a straight A student either. I was average, which was alright. There was precisely thirty minutes before the bell rang and I was tempted to enjoy the last few moments to put my head down and sleep. But the sudden bang on the door prevented me to continue.

Avery Mercer- My best friend since kindergarten- stood at the door with a bright smile and requested for me to come and help her distribute the school newspaper that we always give out once the school year is through.

Mr. Matthews exempted me and I immediately ran outside. We entered the printing office to find more than a dozen of piles ready to be hand out. This was definitely a challenge for thirty minutes.

We strolled together along with our other best friend Megan Grant, who was absorbed by her phone. She abruptly pulled to a stop and squealed out of the blue. Avery and I jogged up to her and inspected the article she was reading.

"He's going on tour?" Avery questioned in excitement as I rolled my eyes at this.

They were scanning the tabloid regarding the new, hot and cool pop star Francis Payne. It's not that I hate him; you can't hate on someone you haven't even met. But it's quite annoying how every channel advertises and promotes this guy.

"Sabrina you should come to his concert with us. You'll finally reconsider your thoughts about him." Megan said with hope.
"I'll try. My family wants to travel while it's summer so I'll just see." I lied.

They evidently believed it which was good.

**

A letter was given to me the time I got home from school.

Avery and Megan were shadowing behind me as we dropped ourselves on the living room couch, lying right in front of the flat screen TV.

Ave grasped the black remote control in her hand before she let out a deafening scream. Displayed on the screen was Francis with a microphone in his hand that was held up high in the air and a smile was shown on his face.

"Jeez Ave," I cried out before stroking my ears in emphasis.

"Sorry." She whispered, putting up her two fingers to form a peace sign.

My dad came in to the room to shush the girls that woke him up from his afternoon nap. His hair was all messed up and a piece of paper stuck out from his hand. He tossed it to me and zoomed back to his room.

"What's that?" Megan asked, finally stopping from talking about the teen star.

"It's a letter from Mr. Peterson." I said examining the writing that was scribbled at the back of the envelope.

I tore it open and we all shared a glance at the message before us.

Avery gasped in shock and stood up. "You're going to New York!"

I shook my head not believing any of the events happening at present.

"I can't believe you're going to an internship in New York for the whole summer!" Meg blurted out before giving me a tight squeeze.

"I can't believe it." I muttered softly with my mouth wide open.

After a few more hours about talking on and on about the latest fashion trends, the girls left and wished me luck.

I jumped off the couch and proceeded to my dad's room. With a mild knock, I opened the door and entered the small room. My dad was seated on his desk with his glasses on and a serious expression shown on his face.

"Dad," I called out before he circled around to meet my eyes.

"Hey Sab," he responded.

"Dad, the letter was given by Mr. Peterson." I started, "He's inviting me to an internship in New York to develop our skills in photography for the whole summer."

He squinted at me blankly, before speaking, "If you're asking permission, you can go."

I scampered up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I guess my summer's already planned out.

**
Hope you liked the chapter to who ever reads this HAHA
I'm not so good with Author's Notes so I'm sorry if I suck at expressing my feelings haha :)

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