Chapter one.

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"Wake up Stella" screams my twin sister Annabella, starting a typical morning in the Chambers house. Being my twin, we both have light brown hair and green eyes. The difference is her hair is straight, and she has dimples and straight teeth. My hair is a wavy mess and my front teeth is a little crooked.

I throw off the dark blue covers, rub my eyes, and sit up facing the poster of my favorite band, five seconds of summer, I smile at my favorite member, Luke Hemming's, frozen grin.

"Stop staring at that poster, We're going to be late" My sister yells again. I roll my eyes and slide down the latter of my loft bed. I pull on a hoodless grey sweatshirt, dark wash skinny jeans and combat boots. I look in the mirror and wince, there are dark shadows under my eyes and my hair is a mess. I put on concealer, quickly run a bit of mascara over my lashes and attempt to tame my wavy mess that I call hair.

"It's never going to look good come on!" Annabella sighs. She's been dressed for a while in leggings, and a tank top with a cardigan, with her backpack on and volleyball bag.

"You're so sweet" I mutter,grabbing my yellow jansport and heading out to her used blue Toyota. She got it for our birthday to drive to her friend's house. Me, being limited on friends, had asked for floor 5sos tickets. They were in front of the stage, so I could almost touch them, if the boys leaned way over. The concert was tomorrow (today was Friday) I had never been more excited in my life. I was taking my best friend Danielle. In return she drove me home every day so I didn't have to ride with my sister and her popular friends, especially my enemy, Laura Fields.

"What's the hurry anyway" I ask as Annabell jams the keys into the ignition. "Scared of getting a tardy?" I teased, we were eleventh graders so it really didn't matter.

"I'm meeting Brandon" She said, annoyed. Brandon was her boyfriend who was, I have to admit, super cute.

She pulled into her parking spot, and waited for me to get out before saying a quick "see ya later" and running away to catch up to one of her many friends. I sighed and walked into the building.

I sit down in math class next to my only other friend besides Danielle, Jeremy. Jeremy had sandy brown hair and huge brown eyes. He had transferred to our school last year, and for some reason I felt the need to be social for once with this deer-eyed new kid. He was a little shy but Danielle and I broke him out of his shell.

"What's up Jerry" I said, slumping in my seat.

"Not much" he says scribbling down answers to the homework.

"Woah, Jeremy Roland didn't do the homework" I teasingly gasped "Yeah, my cousins in town and I was up with him"

"He's missing school?" I frowned, trying to make conversation even though I could care less about his cousin.

"What, oh he doesn't go to school" He said awkwardly

"Why?" I asked

He shrugged, ending the conversation.

Something was off, usually he was practically begging for conversation but he seemed evasive. I shrugged it off and thought about the 5sos concert to come.

Finally Saturday came. I woke up as the alarm rang at 9:00. I sprang out of bed and leapt off the top bunk. I landed with a crash on the rug. A jolt of pain shot through my ankle.

"Fu*k" I though, and pushed myself up. I put a little weight on my leg, and tears came to my eyes, I started to freak out, I couldn't miss the concert so I gulped and tried to ignore it. I dug around in my dresser until I found a bandage from when I sprained my arm. I wrapped it around my ankle and put on the outfit I had planned from the day I got the tickets. A blue crop top, Luke's favorite color and a black skater skirt with a penguin print, his favorite animal. Plus a black 5sos beanie. It might seem a little extreme but I'm kind of a big fan. At least it was a little bit subtle. I put on combat boots to hide the bandage and put on makeup. I plugged in the straightener and did my hair. By the time I was done I looked more like Annabella them myself.

I walked into the living room to wait for two hours until Danielle came to drive us to Nashville for the concert.

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