The Right Track [One Direction/Josh Devine/Tom Daley]

Chapter One

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Chapter One

•Priscilla's POV

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Dang alarm. Always goes off when my dream gets nice.

"Priscillaaaaaa! Time to wake up! Last day of school today!"

My best friend Clarisse screamed as she ran though the hallways of their huge mansion.

Oh, wait. I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me. Well, I'm Priscilla Alexis Anderson. Call me Priscilla or Pree. I'm seventeen, and so are my six other best friends: Camille, Janica, Blaire, Veronica, Jasmine, and Clarisse. I'm currently living with Clarisse and her father, Mister Simon Cowell. Maybe you're wondering why I'm living with them... You'll find out soon enough. I still haven't gotten used to living with one of the most respected people on earth, and it's been two years already! I -- oh, poop, look at the time! I should be getting ready!

Oh dear, here I go again, procrastinating on what to wear. Wait. Why would I even care?

Oh right. Last day.

*Sigh*

After I cleansed myself, I threw on some black leggings, white blouse, black blazer, and black flats. I added a long elephant necklace to finish of the look. Stupid semi-formal dress policy. Stupid private school. If it wasn't for that policy, I would've gone to school in my pyjamas, for all I freaking care.

I let my short black hair dry naturally and put just a little bit of eyeliner, foundation, and mascara to cover myself up.

"Pree, let's go!"

Last day of school, here we come.

•Blaire's POV

"Good morning, babe. Time to wake up! It's the last day of school!"

I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear. Dad?

"Five more minutes, Daddy," I mumbled.

The voice chuckled and said, "It's Andrew, you loser."

Finding out it was Andrew, I immediately opened my dark brown eyes and met his grey ones.

"Morning, stupid," I said, smiling.

"Morning, loser," he retorted, mirroring my smile. "Now, get your lazy bum out of that bed and get dressed! We're gonna be late if you don't," he added.

He leaned in and pecked me lightly on the lips.

"Go, now," he whispered. "I love you," he added.

"Love you too," I whispered.

I pushed him off me and walked to the bathroom, carrying the outfit I had laid out last night: a white, ruffled tank top which will be tucked into a light pink pencil-ish skirt. And of course, I put on my big black heels which made my 5'4" frame look a few inches taller.

By the way, my name is Dianne Blaire Vanders. People call me Blaire. I'm seventeen and living the life. A lot of people say I'm lucky to have a life like this, but I don't really see how better my life is compared to others. Well, everybody's entitled to their own opinion.

Right?

•Janica's POV

"Janica, will you please get the pancake mix in the storage room?"

"Yeah, okay mom," I replied.

I stood on the stool in the storage room. Despite my 5'6" frame, I still can't reach that box. Almost there... Oomf! Ouch, another box fell on me. I checked what fell and saw what was in the box. Oh. My old pictures. Let's see...