Devoted To You

Hey guys!

This is my new book called "Devoted To You" and I hope you enjoy it. It would be awesome if you could comment things that you maybe liked and things that I can improve on so it makes it more enjoyable for you. Anyway I should probably stop blabbing on and on and get to the book so here it is!

Oh and if you have any questions on what something means, just ask me because I'm British but I'm setting the story in America so I tried my best to use the school system in America but I don't really know how it works so I kinda used the stuff that I would normally use at my school. Anyway.......

Enjoy

AU REVOIR (LOL!)

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Chapter 1

**Brianna's POV**

I woke to my alarm playing 'I like to move it' Madagascar version. That is my favourite song because it's so catchy! I turned over in my bed to look at the clock which read '08:20'

' I like to move it, move it

I like to move it, move it

I like to move it, move it

You like to, move it '

I was shuffling under my duvet to the beat because I loved this song and I was trying to restrain myself but that didn't work.

I burst out of my bed and started to dance like a crazy woman. Well that would be untrue because I am quite crazy... Actually now that I think about it, quite would be an understatement.

I started shouting out the lyrics to the song.

" I like to move it, move it

I like to move it, move it

I like to move it, move it

You like to, move it

I like to move it move it

I like to move it move it

I like to move it move it

You like to move it "

I started to do the chicken dance on the floor and shout out "THIS IS MY JAM MOFOS!"

Some one shouted from through the house

"SHUT THE FUDGE UP BRIANNA, IM TRYING TO SLEEP!" Oops.

That was my twin brother Taylor.

I shall describe him for you..........

Taylor is my twin brother and he is 17 years old nearly 18 on the 26th of August. He has brown messy hair and brown colour of eyes. His skin is natural tan and he is really popular in school. He is very responsible because I am not. He is sometimes quite boring and really annoying. He is 5'10 and muscly. He is also very caring and likes all kinds of sports.

"NO I SHALL NOT 'SHUT THE FUDGE UP'. GET UP NOW WE HAVE TEN MINUTES TO GET READY!" I shouted at him. Wait...what?!

"HURRY UP TAYLOR WE ONLY HAVE TEN MINS TO GET READY!!" I screamed as loud as I could.

I quickly scrambled off the floor and to my wardrobe. I put my hand on the cold metal handle and flung the door open. I scanned through my clothes and found the perfect thing to wear. Since it's nearly summer I decided to wear white high waisted shorts, a peachy-coral no sleeved blouse with a collar that has jewels on it and some white converse.