My Star Lover

Chapter 1

Beep! beep! beep! beep!

I slammed on my alarm clock as it furiously went off causing me to wake up. I sat up in bed to messy hair, slobbery pillows, and a wacky messed up bed.

I turned to look at my alarm clock to see it was 7:30 am. If I didn't know any better I'd say I woke up late. It took me awhile to realize that I had twenty minutes until the school bus comes. Once I realized it I started to get myself together in a rush.

Oh my goodness I'm going to be late for school! I thought.

I brushed my short bubblegum pink hair and put it into a half high pony tail and half down hairdo.

I started to pick out my clothing to wear for school. I had to choose between my yellow summer dress with my orange sneakers and a lovely orange sweater, or I could wear my beautiful white with cherry design dress with some golden jewelry and some red Converse​ shoes.

Which one would look cuter? This one? No this one! I don't know!

It was hard for me to decide, so I went down stairs to ask my mom which one would look better.

Yeah I it sounds like I'm one of those popular girls who only care about looks, hot guys, and what other people think about me. But to clear things up; I'm not one of them! I was trying to look cute because yesterday the school principal said that the coolest and hottest pop star Kaito was starting his high school life at Whitfield High.

I still can't believe he chose my school. And I wasn't the only girl who freaked out after hearing this exciting news. There had to have been about a thousand girls in my school who had completely lost it!

The only problem is the number one popular girl, Chloe, is the prettiest girl in Whitfield High. So of course every girl is trying to out cute Chloe Clark.

"Hey mom! Which outfit should I wear to school?" I asked my mother who was busy making breakfast.

"I like the orange and yellow outfit, but I think you should go with the cherry dress since it will go perfectly with your pink hair," my mother giggled as she stroked my hair.

"Thank mom!"

"Since when do you dress so girly?" My father asked with a hint of confusion in his voice. My father was sitting down reading his favorite book while drinking coffee.

"Well dad," I extended my voice. "A famous pop idol, who you probably don't know about, is suppose to be coming to Whitfield High!"

"Oh brother." My father rolled his eyes. 

"Now dear, if our daughter wants to see her dream guy let her do it; after all not all girls get the opportunity of having a famous person go to their school," my mother said.

"Its not that! I just don't think that all pop stars are good."

"Dad not being rude but nobody in this house but you think any boy my age is dangerous." My dad raised his finger to me as if he was about to say something, but he paused before saying what he needed to tell me. "You should just hurry up already before the bus leaves you," he went back to sipping his tea; the corner of his eyes shot to me.

"Yeah your right. Well anyway thanks mom, and I'll be down stairs in time for breakfast."

I ran back up the stairs in order to get to my room so I could rush myself out the door. As I was running up the stairs I accidently bumped into my younger brother Mike who wasn't paying attention in the first place.