Disclaimer: I don't own HP if I did why would I be writing fan fiction, I'd be writing the 7th book. I don't own Starbucks, Christina Aguilera, Hilary Duff or American Eagle. I don't even own the computer I'm working on, it's my dads
It was early Saturday morning when Chiara awoke with a start. She turned to look at the clock, crap she thought, when she realized what time it was.10:20 just got earlier and earlier each morning. She was supposed to meet her friend at the neighborhood Starbucks in 10 minutes. She had missed the last two months of school and she had to explain where she had been. When she thought about it, where hadn't she been? She had been recording the end of her CD (most of it had been done on Winter Break and at intervals during the year) and touring around promoting it. So far she had made stops in the US, Asia, Germany, Italy, France, and England.
The only person who knew about the CD was her Dad (her mom had died in childbirth) and some of his friends, but that was it. She was a very quiet person and didn't really like the idea of fame (she had 2 number one hit singles in three including the UK.) Critics had said that her voice revaled Christina Aguilera. Suddenly Chiara blinked realizing that she had been daydreaming, after glancing at the clock realizing that now she was down to 5 minutes. She raced out of her bed and grabbed her cell phone and called Sammy
"Samsie"
"Chiara"
"Hey,sorry but I think I'm going to be running late I woke up five minutes ago!"
"Don't worry, I was actually going to be late too. How 'bout we meet there in 20 minutes"
"okay see yah"
"bye"
Chiara raced to her bath room, grabbed her brush and started to brush her blonde hair. As she was looking in the mirror, she saw that maybe it was true. People said that she looked like Hilary Duff, just with blue eyes. She had been asked by some Hilary Duff fans for autographs. She felt bad to disappoint them, but some of them, even after they found out who she was, wanted her autograph. They said that they had bought her CD and loved it. She thought she was lucky to be born like this; people had plastic surgery and died their hair to look like her.
She put some mascara and lipgloss on quickly then went back to her room, grabbed a pair of jeans and her fav brown sweatshirt of American Eagle. Chiara found her keys, put her cell phone and wallet in her pockets then ran out the door. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, she realized she had forgot some thing very important. She turned around grabbed her skaters, put them on and raced to Starbucks.