Intro
I’m Lucy. I am 17 years old. I live in New York City, but I was born in a small village in England called Holmes Chapel, ever heard of it? Probably not. I’m basically your average teenage girl. I love to hang out with my friends, and have a good time. I love dance. It’s been a huge part of my life since I was 4. I am in show choir at school, and I am kind of a math geek, and a science geek, and an English geek, and a history geek. My friends describe me as “the girl who is good at everything”. I hate when they say that because I am not a very boastful person. I like to stay humble. I have three of the greatest best friends in the whole world. First is Cady, she has the prettiest red hair, and light green eyes. Her pale complexion really makes her freckles stand out. Her and I have been friends since the 8th grade, when I moved here, and she has always been the kind of girl who speaks her mind. She grew up with all brothers, so she is very tough. She is super athletic and extremely competitive and also the captain of our school’s swim team. Next is Sabrina, we call her Bri. She is the kind of girl that makes guys stop and stare. She is absolutely stunning. She has long, wavy brown hair and big brown eyes to match. She looks like one of those girls you’d see in a catalogue, tall and tan. We met in art class last year. I used to be really jealous of her until we started talking. Then I found out we have a lot more in common than I thought. Like the fact that we both only have one living parent. My mom died when I was 12. She was killed in a car crash. Two years after she died, my dad, younger brother and I moved into an apartment in the heart of New York City because my dad got a job here as a lawyer. Anyway, back to my friends. Finally, there is Harry. Harry is my best guy friend. He is truly like a brother to me. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Our moms used to work together and Anne would bring Harry over all the time so he and I could play together. He is one year older than me, but we still managed to get along. He is pretty much the reason I got involved with singing. He would constantly walk around singing whatever song came to his mind. Since he lives back in England, I don’t get to see him anymore. He no longer lives in Holmes Chapel, but in London. He is super busy nowadays so I barely talk to him either. Did I mention he is in a band? How cool is that? I saw him on the entertainment news the other night and I couldn’t believe it! I guess those television music competitions really do work! One Direction…have you heard of them? Oh, who am I kidding. Of course you have! But anyway, this is my story, enjoy!
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Chapter One
January
“Lucy Jane! Time to get up! School starts in an hour!” I heard my dad yell from the bottom of the stairs. I continue to lay in my bed for what felt like 5 minutes. “LUCY! NOW!” I looked at my clock, “7:36?! I’m running so late!” I jumped out of bed and ran into the shower. I didn’t have time to style my hair so I just put it up. I threw on yoga pants and my favourite dance t-shirt. I sped down the stairs, grabbed a banana and went out to the car.
“This has to stop, Lucy. You can’t be sleeping in like this anymore.” My dad gave me a stern look.
“I know dad, I’m sorry. I was up late last night finishing my homework.”
**Okay, so maybe I lied a little. I was actually Skyping with Bri. But I really did work on my homework for a while!**
“Hey dad, I was just wondering, could we maybe go back to England for spring break?” He looked at me and sighed. “Probably not, love. Things are really busy at work and I can’t get any time off.” I wanted to start crying but I know that would be immature. I felt feet kicking the back of my seat. I turned around and gave my little brother, Lance, a nasty look. “Lance! Quit it!” I shouted. He continued to kick my seat. “LANCE! I am going to kill you!” I automatically regretted what I said and looked down at my lap. A heavy silence filled the air in the car. It made me want to jump out the window. My dad was still really sensitive to talk about death and whatnot even though my mother died 5 years ago. I know not to say things like that, but it slipped. I could already tell today was going to be a bad day.
