Be Somebody

my life

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Hi, I'm Nikki, a famous viner's sister. I live in Virginia in a pretty good town, my high school is smaller so you're pretty much friends with everybody.

 My brother's name? Dylan. Dylan Douzat. You may have heard of him, but either way, famous. So we moved and hunkered down in Virginia. Me and Dylan? We live alone, in this huge house. 

My parents? They live in Minnesota. I wanted to move to Virginia so they agreed to letting me move with my dorky brother. And why would I go with him? Because. Because a celebrity lives here, my old friends moved here years ago, and its not freezing cold in the summer. Oh, and that celebrity? His name is Jacob. Jacob Sartorius. 

I wasn't a huge fan or anything, but I have to admit, he is pretty cute. Plus? He said he was moving to Virginia and considering dating a fan. I'm not a over the top, eat, sleep, and breath fan, that commits every single ounce of life on him. But I'm a fan. A somewhat dedicated one. 

And you may ask, why does this have any importance in my life? Well it all started when I was walking home with my friends Jake and Savannah. We were walking in our somewhat fancy neighbor hood, and we noticed that the house next door  from mine was sold. I snickered and elbowed Jake, "I can't believe someone finally moved into the torture house. Do you guys remember all the stories we made up about the house and its mysterious inhabitants?" 

"Haha! Yeah, the ones about the weird glow in the window, and how we never saw anybody around the house? And the mysterious fire that happened there a few years ago?" said Jake.

"Those stories and rumors creeped me out, even to this day!" said Savannah.

"Yeah, I agree,"  I laughed, "I wonder who bought it?"

Jake became serious, "Maybe someone normal for once!"

We broke out laughing, and then stopped suddenly, there were two huge moving trucks coming to the house followed by a black limo. We broke into a sprint and hurdle jumped over the hedge around my house, peering over the edge to see who was that important to be arriving in a limo.

A woman in a white cocktail dress daintily stepped out, strutting to the house in her black high heels. She was followed by a tall man wearing a t-shirt and shorts. They walked up to the house where the woman hunched over and punched in the code. The lock popped off and she handed it to her husband, who  shoved it deep into his pocket. 

They both walked inside to examine the house and about ten minutes later she walked out followed by her husband. She walked back to the limo and motioned for someone to come out. A boy who looked to be about our age jumped out, he had brown spiked hair and wore sunglasses. He was carrying a Nike baseball hat. 

"Hey look! He looks about our age!" said Jake.

I turned towards my friends, "We should go introduce ourselves, and maybe invite him to the huge blowout party me and Dylan are throwing!"

We walked back to my house to wait a few hours so they could unpack. I opened the door and we burst inside. Dylan greeted us.

"Hey guys," he said.

"Hey Dyl!" I said back.

"Dylan, there's this new kid next door, and you know that blowout party we have every year? The one where you invite all the kids in your favorite class and I do the same? We do this because this is a somewhat small town and there's only like one high school with like thirty kids in each grade?"

He smiled, "So?"

I cleared my throat, "And you know how like half the kids I invite sleep over since were all really good friends? Well I was thinking I would invite him, since only twelve of the thirty kids I invited can't come."