Y/N's P.O.V "Y/n over here" " Are you seeing someone Y/n and is he famous?" these questions are always same but they know the answer. Why are you asking there's paparazzi well I'm Y/n Y/l/ I'm a supermodel but besides that I'm an ordinary 17 year old y/r (your race) girl, but I had to move to a new school. Why? Because of a lot of fake bitches tried their best to mess me up and also my dad got a new job at Toronto. I reached the airport to say my final goodbye to my closest friends "Bye, we'll miss you Y/n. Also, find yourself a guy who treats you well." said one of my good friend. "I'll try my best and please answer my messages at least when I'm gone" I say with a laugh, I'm going to miss them so much, but one of my friends Winnie Harlow she's like a big sister i never have. I've finally landed in my new hometown with a major jet lag and not excited that tomorrow is my first day at school. ~The next day~ Beep! Beep! Beep! God I hate this stupid alarm clock, well today's the day where I'm ordinary Y/n not the super famous Y/n. I finally reached school it's pretty nice, I went to the office "Hi! How can I help you." said the Spanish teacher I believe Mrs. Lopez "I'm here because I'm a new student here." I say with with politeness "Uh yes I need your last name." "Y/l/n Y/n" why am I weird. But I saw her going to the intercom "Shawn Mendes, please come to the office, Shawn Mendes." my god why can't she just phone the class? But a guy came with...messy hair and not properly buttoned shirt but there's one thing he's not alone he's s with...My ex friend Lola
