I woke up to my alarm blaring One Direction, I slowly rolled over and shut it off.
I pulled myself out of bed and threw the covers back on top, and made my way into the bathroom.
Climbing into the shower, the hot water started to wake me up and I began to daydream about today, first day of my senior year.
I could've already been in university, if my parents didn't make me wait a year to go to kindergarten. I was one year older than everyone in my grade, but being born in December I felt 17, not 18.
I walked back into my room as I dried myself off and picked out light blue jean shorts, a blue striped sweater, and my white converse.
"I'll pick you up and drive you to school," my best friend, Mia texted me.
I replied with a quick thanks, and ran downstairs to grab breakfast.
"Morning Mom," I greeted her, she was sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
"Good morning, what would you like for breakfast?" She asked sweetly.
"I'm just gonna have a muffin, I'm not very hungry," I admitted, unwrapping a chocolate chip muffin.
She went back to her newspaper and while I ate my muffin I went onto twitter.
Looking at the trending tags, most were about Demi Lovato, I rolled my eyes. The famous singer who everyone pretended to have depression just so she would feel bad for them. I'd never listened to her songs, honestly I'd never wanted to.
I finished the muffin and went upstairs to quickly put on some foundation, mascara and lipstick.
"Bye Mum, Mia's driving me," I called from the front door.
"Bye Ally, I'll be home once you get home but then I've got to work, you're fine with the twins and Jordan?"
"Yep, see you then." I walked out the door and into Mia's Dad's black SUV.
"Hiiii," She cheered.
"Morning." I replied.
"So, did you hear?" She asked eagerly.
I looked at her, she was almost shaking. "About what?"
"The celebrity who's coming to our school!" Mia answered.
"What celebrity?" I sighed, everyone always got so worked up over them.
"Demi Lovato!" She squealed as she parked in the school parking lot.
I unbuckled my seat belt and turned to Mia. "What the hell is she doing at our school?"
"She apparently never actually graduated high school. Apparently she lives pretty far from our school but she wants to come here. Weird eh?"
"Sure." I said as we walked into school.
We walked together to my locker, the same one since grade 9, as people whispered excitedly about Demi.
"I hope she's in some of my classes!" Mia cheered happily.
I opened my locker and put two of the binders from my bag inside. "I don't."
"Ally, she's a world famous singer, it would be so cool! She's gonna be so popular," She said.
"That's great for her." I continued, "see you at lunch?"
Mia hugged me and ran down the hall and turned the corner, leaving me alone to walk to my first period English class.
I walked in and took a seat in the middle, about half the class was full and I barely recognized anyone.
"She's coming!" A girl ran into our class and shouted.
Through the doors walked in a blue haired, medium height, gorgeous Demi Lovato.
She ignored everyone's shouting and begging for autographs and took a seat next to me.
"Hi," She greeted with a huge smile, "I'm Demi."
"Ally," I vaguely replied.
"What classes do you have this semester?" She asked, pulling out a red notebook.
I turned to her, the sun was shining from the window, emphasizing her dark brown eyes. "Uh, English, Math, Bio and Gym."
I didn't bother asking her, she obviously didn't care about my answer and I didn't care about hers.
"Seriously? We have all 4 classes together," Demi said.
I rolled my eyes as the bell rang, and Mr. Lucy greeted the class.
Demi didn't talk to me after that, but followed me to our math class and sat beside me.
"So-" She began before I interrupted.
"Why do you keep talking to me?" I demanded, a bit ruder than I intended.
She looked offended, almost hurt actually. "You're the only one in the whole school who isn't freaking out about me. Sorry, I thought you were cool."
I felt myself blush, but I angrily stopped myself. "You obviously don't care about me, you don't want to be friends with me, so just leave me alone."
"Why do you think that?" She snapped.
"All celebrities are the same. Cocky, rude, selfish assholes."
I saw the light fall from her eyes fall.
"I'm not like the other celebrities. And I do care about you- well, you seem cool and I'd like to get to know you. Not all celebrities are like that," She protested.
Turning to her our eyes locked, and I replied, "prove it."
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prove it. | Demi LovatoFanfiction
The 21 year old famous superstar, Demi Lovato, decided it was time to head back to school. There she meets a stubborn yet kind girl, Ally. Ally doesn't believe Demi will treat her like a real person, due to her fame, which makes Demi have one goal:...