Tomlinson fever

Chapter One

I love Louis Tomlinson. That's the end of it. If anyone says that is stupid because I never met him, then they're stupid. My life is all about Louis Tomlinson. His hair is perfect, his jokes and pranks are hilarious, and his personality is sweet. I wake up in the morning thinking about him. I go to school listening to his voice on my phone. Let's just say I'm obsessed. My friend Carly says I have Tomlinson fever.

       "You love him and you have never even met him! I mean come on, you have a poster that you stare at in your binder! You speak of nothing else but him!"

"But Carly, have you seen his face!?" My eyes widen with excitement. We are currently headed towards our science class, and people stare at us because we are so loud. I wave my free hand around with enthusiasm and accidentally hit the kids around me.

  "Sorry!" I call over my shoulder to them.

They glare at me, and run to their next class.

  I had a feeling that today was going to be a long day. Little did I know that something amazing was going to happen.

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As the last bell rang, students filled out of the school and walked to their cars. I had yet to own a car, yet to get the right amount of money for one. I usually just got a ride with Carly.

She parked outside my house, and said,

  "Bye Maria! See you tomorrow morning!"

I waved to her as she drove away. I turned toward my house, squinting in the Florida Sun. Neither my dad or my mom were home, so I just walked around the house to get inside. The key was under the door frame, as it has been for the last 15 years. This house was my mother's house since she was a baby, but her dad didn't work so the door was always unlocked when she got home.

I walked straight into the kitchen, and plopped my bag onto the floor. On the table was mail my mom brought in this morning. On top, was an envelope with my name on it. The return address was my sister's house, who was 28 years old. This was the first time that she wrote to me personally. Usually she wrote to the family as a whole. I opened the envelope, slicing my finger while doing so. I swore as I truged over to the sink to run cold water over the cut. I returned to the letter, pulling it out of the envelope.

  Dear my sister Maria,

         I have had an amazing opportunity to go to a famous band's concert, and I was hoping you would like to come along with me and Ryan. (Ryan was her husband) I really hope you can come. Mother and Father should allow you to go, we disscussed this last time I called them. If you are allowed to go, then you will need to pack for three weeks, and bring your swimsuit. You can sleep in our guest bedroom and when we have time, go shopping with me. I am enclosing $100 for your shopping fund. Please write back with your response if you are interested.

                                   Love, Nichole.

  I get to go to a famous band's concert!? Omg I have to call Carly!

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