Hollywood's Girl (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

I was nervous. Today was the day I was going to Hollywood to live my brother, the famous Lucas Knight. I was excited to see my brother again because I missed him loads. He is my twin brother, after all.

I have everything packed, from my guitar to my underwear.

"Honey, are you ready to go?" My mum calls from downstairs.

"I'm coming!" I call back. We live in Britain and both Lucas and I have strong British accents but not when we're singing. The whole thing makes us sound quite posh.

"Good! Don't forget you have that game with your team on Saturday!" Mum calls.

My football team are on tour and mum said I could go to the matches but I had to come home after each of them. The final match is the one on Saturday in America. It's in New York so I'm excited. I pick up my guitar case and my two suitcases before trying to drag them downstairs.

After about five minutes, I get them all downstairs. Mum and Dad are waiting impatiently by the door as they're driving me to the airport.

"Great, let's go!" Dad sighs in relief before taking my suitcases and putting them in the back of his truck. I put my guitar in there as well before closing the back and getting in the car. I get my iPhone out and plug my headphones in before listening to some music. I rest my head against the window and watch the unfamiliar buildings and rivers flying past. Not literally, obviously.

"We're at the airport," my Mum announces after about an hour of driving.

"Okay, I guess I'll see you whenever," I reply, smiling.

"We're coming to Hollywood for the Fourth Of July party at Lucas's house. There will be famous singers and everything there," my Dad grins.

"Okay, stop fan girling, I'll see you then," I smile before getting out the car and bragging my bags. I put my guitar on my back and drag my suitcases behind me.

Lucas doesn't know I'm coming. Mum and Dad wanted to keep it a surprise. I didn't have a choice on whether I wanted to go or not, because if they did ask me, I would've said no.

I put my baggage in the baggage area before going through the doors. As usual, it beeps on mine and they gave to ask me to empty my pockets. I empty them and they start checking. I stand there with my arms up like Jesus.

"And you don't have anything metal on you, right now?" The lady asks me.

"No," I reply in frustration. They started boarding my plane ten minutes ago.

"We're going to have to do a strip search," the lady sighs before taking me into a room.

About fifteen minutes later, they still haven't found anything so they'd finally letting me go. Do you know how awkward it is to do a strip search? It's very awkward, for the reference. Don't do drugs, kids.

"You may go, your flight leaves in five minutes," the lady smiles. Five minutes?! I quickly shoot up and run out the room, my ticket in my hand. I run past some people and go into the waiting area which is empty. I have my phone in my hand as well I run. One minute. I run quicker and reach the boarding part. They were just closing up.

"Please," I plead.

"Fine," the man says gruffly.

"Thanks," I sigh in relief as he scans my ticket. Im bouncing on the tips of my toes as I wait. I'm not missing this flight.

"There you go. You're going to have to run," the man informs me before I sprint off.

"Thanks!" I yell after me and i hear him laugh. I quickly reach the plane where the doors are just being closed.