THE CONTEST \\ Michael Clifford[ON HOLD]

P R O L O G U E

THE CONTEST

P R O L O G U E

“Social Justice is on at lunch still, right?” my best friend, Stella, asked while I opened my locker. Nodding my head, I grabbed my things for class, shut my locker, and turned to face her. 

“Social Justice is always held on Tuesdays at the same time in the same place. We’re nearing the end of the year, you should know this by now,” I scolded her while slapping her slightly on the arm. She laughed while we walked to our history class together.

“Sorry my memory sucks,” she laughed. I chuckled along with her as we quickly ducked into our classroom as the bell rang overhead. 

“Nearly missed it again, Ms. Young,” my teacher, Mrs. Stone glared. I knew it was fake though. I’ve had her as a teacher every year for different subjects, and she was one of the teacher representatives in our Social Justice club. I gave her a quick wink while sitting in my seat at the back corner of the classroom. Stella quickly sat down in the desk next to mine.

Mrs. Stone quickly began roll call and I quickly shot my hand up when she called “Jocelynn Young”. As she finished attendance, Stella nudged me in the side.

“What?” I mouthed to her, not wanting to get in trouble from Mrs. Stone. She may like me, but that doesn't mean that she won't call me out for speaking out of turn. She nodded towards my phone and I got the message. Making sure Mrs. Stone wasn't looking, I turned it on and quickly read her message. It was a link to a website, so I clicked on that. While waiting for it to load, I began taking the notes that came on the smart board overhead. 

Finally the message loaded. And when it did, my mouth dropped open. I turned to look at Stella, who was wiggling her eyebrows and nodding. A message appeared at the top of the screen, indicating a message from her:

Stella: They just tweeted about it!

I quickly typed back.

So it’s legit???

Stella: Yup.

I quickly saved the webpage and turned off my phone in time for Mrs. Stone to turn around. Avoiding her gaze, I quickly copied down the rest of the notes. But my mind wasn’t on history for once. Instead, it was on the contest involving our favourite band, 5 Seconds of Summer.

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So this is kind of a little blurb. I promise that the chapters will be much longer than this. 

This is the second story in the seasons series, the first being about ashton. If you would like to check that out, that would be super cool!

Please vote if you like it. That would rock.

There may be slow updates on this as it is summer and im going to be without wifi or my laptop for many weeks (que tears).

Hope you enjoy this ff!

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