Youtube School

Chapter Two

Dear Miss Olivia Woodham,

The people here at YouTube have seen a huge amount of potential in your video making skills and see this as a great opportunity to mingle with other YouTubers and learn more of the skills and necessary knowledge required to make a successful career from YouTube. We have recently decided to open a YouTube School, where all YouTubers, at all levels, who we see potential in have been invited to join and develop an understanding of the YouTube world.

You have been chosen to come to the YouTube school. Due to watching your videos on your channel, LivWoodsTV, we see you as a vital member to our school. Please be at London airport on Sunday 21st July if you are willing to join our new YouTube school.

Thank you, and we hope you enjoy our new school!

Yours Sincerely,

Mark Wright, CEO of YouTube School

I stared the paper, my hand shaking rapidly. YouTube school? Me? Really? I'm not a good YouTuber! I can't do this! What if I make a fool of myself! I don't know enough about youtube to go here. No way am I going.

But isn't that the point of the school? To learn? Maybe I should... It's an amazing opportunity, and Mum would be so pleased if she found out I was actually receiving an education, even if it wasn't the most traditional kind.

I look at the clock opposite my bed. 9:34am, Saturday 20th July.

Crap.

I pull my suitcase down from above my wardrobe and start shoving in as much of the contents of my room as humanly possible. Scarves, socks and shorts were flung across the room and picture frames and chargers, endless endless chargers, were dumped in a variety of rucksacks and drawstring bags.

By lunch time, the majority of the room was clear. 'Liv! Pizzas here!' Leona shouted. Oh god, what about the flat? Leona was going to kill me! She can't pay the rent alone. I hesitated in my room. 'Liv! If you don't get in here in 10 seconds, your pizza is mine!'

I take a deep breath. 'I'm coming!'

Leona was scoffing pepperoni into her face when I walked in. She pointed to the table, where my pizza was. 'Leona.'

She looked over.

I slid the letter across the table. Her expression turned from confused to happy as she embraced me in a hug.

She explained that her sister had been looking for somewhere to live recently and that she was fine with me going.

I walked to the pizza, devoured it in about 10 minutes flat and grabbed my phone from my bed.

Explaining the news to Mum over the phone while I packed the remainder of my things was the happiest I had felt in a while.