Chapter 1 – A moving concert
Nothings fine I’m torn, I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel
Ugh, I don’t want to get up. Getting woken up by my phone every morning isn’t very ideal. I slowly get up from my bed and look in the mirror. My hair’s a mess and my shirt is on backwards. Thank gosh I live alone. I look at the time on my phone. It says 7:45am. Oh no, I start my new job at 8:15. I quickly jump in the shower and wash my hair. I let it out and get dressed. I look at myself in the mirror. It’s simple, but I’m only a make – up artist and hairdresser, no one’s going to take notice. I walk back into the bathroom and do my hair in a simple plait quickly.
I run downstairs and grab my handbag, workbag and my car keys and run out the door. I drop everything in the boot and get in the front seat. I look at the time, its 8:00am; I’ve got 15 minutes to get to the X –Factor house, plenty of time. I put the radio on; Baby by Justin Bieber, no, Total Eclipse of the Heart by the Glee Cast, definitely not, one more station, one more chance. Just a Dream by Nelly, ok but I’m not in the mood. I plug my iPod into the car and hit shuffle. The first song is Billionaire by Travie McCoy. I love this song! I start rapping and dancing around in the car. I pull up at a set of traffic lights next to a black minivan. I continue dancing and notice that the man driving the other car is looking at me. Not only is he looking at me, but all of his 5 passengers are. They’re laughing at me. Who cares? I think, why not put on a show. I put on Bonkers by Dizzie Rascal and crank up the volume to the max so they can hear it. I continue dancing and rapping until the light goes green and I speed off.
I laugh and turn down the music and continue driving.
Chapter 2 – Meeting my boss’s friends
I park in the curb out the front of the house. I grab my bags from the back and walk to the door. What a coincidence, there’s a black minivan in the driveway. I ring the doorbell and I hear footsteps coming up to the door. A boy, maybe only 15 or 16 answers the door and he’s naked.
“Hey, you must be Cher’s new hairdresser and make –up artist. I’m Harry.”
I’m looking at my feet. “Hey, I think you might’ve forgotten something,” I say.
“Oh, you mean clothes. No I haven’t. I never wear clothes around people I know. But I’ll put some on just for you. I’ll be back for you in a minute,” He says then walks off.
Ok then. That wasn’t strange. Wait, he was one of the five guys staring at me in the black minivan. Oh no. I just embarrassed myself in front of One Direction.
“Hey, I’m back,” he says, opening the door.
“I’m Brooke by the way. I think I’m the same age as you, I’m 15 nearly 16,” I say, actually looking at his face.
“Yeah, you’re my age. Shouldn’t you still be at school?” He asks me.
“I am. I’m home schooled by my teacher over the internet. I can learn at anytime I want. Shouldn’t you be at school?” I say, using the same tone he did with me.
“I am. A teacher comes to the house each day between practises. I should probably invite you in. Come on inside.” He offered. It was pretty cold outside so I was really glad.
“Cher’s just having a shower and has to go and practice, so she’s going to be occupied for the next 6 or so hours, so you can hang with us.” He offers, gesturing me to follow him to a room with the words, ‘One Direction and Cher Lloyd’ on it.
Chapter 3 – Meeting the other 4/5 of One Direction
“Is this where you guys and Cher Lloyd hang out?” I ask curiously, as he opens the door.
