My ragged breathing was all that I could hear.
"Stupid-", wheeze, "-fudging-", wheeze, "-jerk-", wheeze, "-wad."
Beads of sweat railed my face, and snake their way down my back.
All this for coffee.
I wiped my face with my handkerchief, and tried my best to fix my disheveled appearance.
"Oh my god. It's her."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah! Like, I wasn't sure before but I am so totally sure."
"Promise?"
"Totes!"
I turn my head to see two girls, in their young teenage years. Ha! I feel so old now.
Who were they talking about? A celebrity of some sort?
"Eep! She looked at us!"
"Shhh! You're too loud. But now that I saw her face more clearly, I'm more sure than ever with the fact who she is."
"So you really think she's Natalie Summers? The girl who's really good at dancing and singing?"
"Totes."
Why on earth do they recognize me? I mean, ugh, never mind. If I ignore them, they might leave.
Even until now, my old life still haunts me.
What's past is past? I'm not so sure. Ghosts of my past still haunt me, tormenting me with their eerie cries full of contempt.
You might not understand, well, the thing is.... I kinda was a YouTube sensation, under the pseudonym of Natalie Summers.
But I never agreed to meet-and-greets and stuff. I only talked to people online, and only online. My last update was about 2 years ago, with me apologizing to all my viewers and saying goodbye in a song.
But I thought all the drama had died down.
The girls continue talking in hushed tones, and I ignore them. My only goal right now is to find that stupid guy, who still hasn't paid for my coffee.
Let's not forget the fact that he was rude! I mean, just because I thought he looked like this guy, doesn't mean that have him the right to be, well, mean!
I round another corner, and stop.
A crowd of girls look at me for a moment, completely dumbfounded, before breaking or into equal peals.
Okay?
I turn around, and walk away. What a weird bunch.
"Wait!"
My head turned around on its own accord, and I found myself staring into the eyes of a prepubescent girl.
"Yes?", I inquire.
"Aren't you, like, you know--"
"Natalie Summers?"
She looked surprised for a moment, before nodding her head in agreement to what I said.
"Yes, but that was quite some time ago. I go by Fie now."
Kind of because it's also my real name....
"Do you mind if I ask for a picture and an autograph?"
I laugh, surprising both myself and her. It had been quite some time since I last interacted with my fans.
I didn't even know that I still had some.
"Wait, me too!" "And me!" "Natalie!"
I also didn't know that they were quite..... Well.... Ravenous? Obsessed?
I honestly don't know.
"Okay.... But I really got to go...."
Or else, that guy would've been quite the distance away....
But as I run to find him once more, I notice them following me.
I quicken my pace.
"Wait! Natalie!" "Come back!"
What the heck? I only came to find this guy!
Who on earth tipped me off? I've never interacted with my fans in real life. Hell, I've always said that I lived in New York!
I round another corner. Then another. And another, hoping to lose my fans.
Gosh, what was supposed to be just chilling for me, turned into this
I only wanted coffee.....
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The Art Of Movement
Teen Fiction『 I don't dance. 』 At least, not anymore. Dancing was a huge part of me, like my parents and my siblings were. I loved dancing, I really did. Dancing wasn't just a way to express for me, it was also away to be able to move my body gracefully, or t...
