They call her crazy, she calls herself creative. They call her a nut, she says she's just to awesome for them to handle. They call her an annoyance, she says she was bored. They call her weird, she says thank you, it's better to be that than normal. The cops know her name, she claims their stalker's. The town laugh's with her, she just tries to hide her feelings under a mask. They don't know her feeling's, after all, she doesn't tell anyone. Bullied, neglected, left behind, word's that swarm her mind all the time. Her best friend left her, the only one she had cared about, and now he's in some awesome boy band seeing the world. Good for him, now, let's cause chaos! As she runs a muck in the stupid town, he's hugging girl's and partying like there's no tomorrow. Call her Annie, you get injured, call her Alex or Ali. She likes those names. She loves rock music and doesn't give a damn about anyone, since he's left. But now, he's back. And he's back for her to tour the world with him be her side. "Dear PopTart Lord, help me" she beg's to her box of PopTart's as he follows her, begging forgiveness. She hates him, yet he's set on changing that. Louis Tomlinson, her ex best friend. And he's set on taking her away to see the world.