"Hello, New York City!" I yelled as I was lifted up into the air by a mechanical lift that still made me feel like I was about ready to die, despite the fact that I'd been practicing going up in it for the past three and a half hours.
I heard the screams get louder and louder as I ascended and I chuckled lightly, not loud enough for my headseat to pick up, of course...but still barely loud enough for me to hear myself over the cheers.
They are here to watch me. I said to myself in disbelief.
It was the start of my tour...the most magical moment of my life...and it was only the beginning.
My name...is Elizabeth Cherie Marolle.
And this is my story.
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A Little Luck
FanfictionElizabeth Marolle is a girl with a past she wishes she could forget. She wants to prove everyone in her past wrong, but her history in the homeless shelter won't allow her to even attempt. Louis Tomlinson. The craziest member in a band filled with...
