Brain Dead

Disco balls and Ear lobes

As I sit on my bed, wondering why I even agreed to go to the stupid grand opening of the new clothes store with my twin (who is sadly obsessed with clothes and fashion, while I urge by the thought of wearing a belly top with a super tight skirt which cuts off the blood circulation of my bottom half) I stare at a picture of my bestfriend/ crush. He is now the only reason that I decide to go through the pain of the whole grand-opening-of-a-stupid-store. As I pull off my sweater and baggy baseball top, I grab the first thing off the floor that I see, which happened to be the new white new look top that Paris got me, and pulled off my joggers and exchanged them for my green shorts. I brush my hair and throw it up in a messy ponytail, and put my black converses on.

I see Jackson as I walk towards the shop, and wave to him. He nods his head as I walk over. He's so perfect. The way he wears his baggy jeans and polo top makes me drool (not literally.) We've known eachother all of our time at school, and became friends after I complimented his stale pasta man art work in kindergarten. Since then we are always together, and both love art. No one likes him like I do, but behind the nerdiness he's a great guy really.

I almost trip over my own feet after (attempting) to be casual as I walk over to him. While I think I look like a model walking down a catwalk I must really look like shrek walking out of his swamp. God. Being the really awkward person that I am, I try to hold a conversation, but instead I compliment how beautiful his ear lobes look today. Yeah, I know. Wait, why is my twin talking to her, Stacey Thomas, the school Snob. She catches me staring at her and quickly pulls the conversation to a hault and acts as if she didn't speak to her atall, and slowly walks over.
"Disney, it's not what it..."
I look away non-interested and she doesn't even finish her sentence.
I say afterwards:
"Can we just get inside the stupid shop so we can get the night over as soon as possible."
She stared at me, with a kinda hurt look in her eyes. And we follow her inside.

God, too many flashing lights, girls in size zero dresses and cute little cocktail glasses. I take one from a finely dressed waiter, and sip it, expecting to be taking in alcahol. But no, it's just lemonade, with an olive in it. Ew. I throw the rest into an artificial plant and dump the plastic cup onto a table. I stroll over to Jackson, and tell him how crappy I think this place is, but half way into our conversation, his jaw drops. I follow his stare, and my eyes land on her, Kylie Fernandez. I know I'm not into fashion or anything, but she is flawless. Guess who. The most popular model out there right now. Wait, where's Paris? I look around. Without Paris actually knowing, dad put me in charge. I was supposed to be watching her as I was more 'mature.' Sarcasm there. Finally I see her, following Kylie, metres behind her. I leave Jackson, to go and retrieve Paris away from the supermodel, before she gets ran over by the stampede of reporters and camera crew. She's totally transfixed, mesmerised, any other word you could describe as she stares up at her role model. Yeah it sounds cheesy.

Suddenly, a wave of people, dressed in army costumes, flood through the door.  They hold realistic machine guns in there hands, as everyone takes cover near them. One shot fired. Wait. Green bullets, that's not right. Second shot, this time pink. This time, I watch where the ammo landed, as a pink splice stains the newly painted walls. These are paint balls, not atall what I imagined. Shots fire everywhere, as colourful splodges hardly miss the crowd of people in the store. I watch a bright orange one fly over Paris's head, as if in slow motion. It speeds upwards. I look where it's going to hit, oh no, a flashing disco ball. I run towards Paris, knowing what is going to happen. I get closer, and people start to watch. I'm within arms length, and throw myself forward, shoving her so hard forward, that she knocks into Kylie. Something hits me, and in my last moments of consciousness, I see someone else drop to the ground, someone with dark brown hair...

Authors note; I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Let me know in the comments and maybe give it a vote. What do you think will happen next? ~Marnie xo