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à Hi everyone! This is my first time writing a fan fiction. I was inspired by the different fan fictions that I read here in wattpad. So I decided to try my luck. I really hope that y’all could help me improve by commenting honestly! J No hate please? I’m still learning about this thing! Hope y’all could help me out! special thanks to my dearest Beta/BESTFRIEND Ghe ghe! :D
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CHAPTER 1
~TRENCHA’S POV~
I spent the whole of last night staring at my ceiling and pacing back in forth in my room. Today is the final day of the debate tournament. Butterflies are practically swarming in my stomach right now. I've never been so nervous my whole life.
“Everything will be okay Trencha; your team will definitely win!” I tried my best to act confident and keep giving myself pathetic pep talks that frankly, just makes me more nervous.
I decided to have a quick shower, but not before grabbing my trusty IPod.
I turned it on and played music that blasted in my room. I’m not really a huge fan of boy bands, I don’t hate them, it’s just that I’m not into that type.
After 20 minutes of shower, I went to my closet and dressed myself in the proper attire. Since it's the championship, we are required to dress corporate style.
My alarm started to buzz.
I glanced at the time and my heart just about stopped. It's 6:30 and I need to be in school by 7. Darn.
I quickly fixed myself and grabbed my backpack.
“Mum, I’m going to be late.! Can you drive me to school?” …
“Of course dear, but you haven’t eaten anything yet!” she said sweetly.
“I had a granola bar.! Come on mum.! Let's go.!" I was sure I resembled a hurricane as I ran through the living room. That is, if hurricanes are dressed in corporate style clothes.
“Will you just keep your cool young lady? You…. Know.... I’m not as young as I once was.” my mom said as she tried to catch her breath.
I abruptly slowed my pace and faced my mum. Guilt written all over my face.
“sorry mum, I'm just so nervous., it's driving me crazy. And for the record, you look 20 ish.” I grinned at her.
“It's okay sweetheart, I understand. Just don’t let your nerves get in to you. Now hop in.”
The first few minutes of the ride was spent in uncomfortable silence. All I could hear was the car's engine. And my crazy heart, hammering in my chest as paranoia filled me.
Just as I was about to go to the verge of insanity, my mother turned on the radio.
"You're insecure, Don't know what for, You're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or,
Don't need make-up, to cover up; being the way that you are is enough.”
“You know dear, I like this new boy band. Their songs are so catchy.”My mom said as she started to hum to this annoying song. “I don’t like this song mum. Can you please change the station? They’re basically lying to their crazy fans out there.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “Are you saying that your mother is a crazy fan.?” Her voice and expression so serious that I was taken aback.
“W...haat?! You’re a fan? oh please mum! You’re too old to be a FANGIRL.” I looked at my mother in horror, imagining her wearing clothes that say “Marry me 1D”, putting 1D posters all over the rooms as 1D music blasted around the house and brushing her teeth with 1D toothbrush using 1D toothpaste. Teenage girls can pull it off,……but my mother…………??
