A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person, for you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces.

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

May had recentely moved from her home in England to sunny Sydney, Australia. She hated the thought of moving, but little did she know, that her move could be perked up by a group called 5 Seconds Of Summer! Will May fall for one of the band, or end up heartbroken?