b I do not own McFly, but I will own her iPod during Christmas. /b
The iPod in her bag, the hood over her head, her medium brown locks of hair over her eyes and the tears that fell from her face where all she had left. Right in front of her own eyes her house was in fire. All of her stuff her mother, and her father.
This 15-year-old girl's name is April Johnson. She was born and raised in Denver, Colorado. Just last year her parents migrated her over to London. She never wanted to leave her friends, but she did anyway.
i Five Hours Earlier /i
"M-O-O-O-O-M! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!" April begged.
"I will not tolerate my daughter to go out on a school night to a party that only her friend know," April's mom, Lauren, declared.
"But Mom it's only ten blocks away!" April argued.
"You will not be going April and that's final!" Lauren said, almost yelling.
"IT'S SO UN FAIR!" April yelled as she headed up stairs to lock herself in her room. He father would have let her go, but he had to work to do. He had his own little sound proof office so he could ignore fights like this.
April called Claire Alanson, pretty much her only friend that she made in the past year. Once Claire answered the phone April started to tell her friend what happened.
"Oh that sucks!" Claire said, and then came up with a plan. "OH! What if you snuck out? Nobody will know."
"Claire that's the dumbest idea I have ever heard, my mom would come and to apologize and I wont be there," April said then paused for a moment "Wait. How about if we told my parents that I'm going to spend the night at your house, and we go off?"
"WICKED IDEA A!" Claire exclaimed. Unlike April, Claire was British. A was April's nickname for Claire.
"Alright. I'll tell my parents, so come and pick me up in a few hours m'kay?" April said.
"Okie Dokie Artie Chokie!" Claire said then hung up. Claire always used childish sayings.
April convinced her parents to think that she was going over to Claire's for a sleepover. April gathered her stuff that she will need to fool her parents, and her stuff for the party. April grabbed her PJs, some clothes for the morning, her iPod Nano (her most treasured item), then some money, just incase the need it, and of course, her hoodie. She stuffed all of her items into her bag then waited for Claire to come and pick her up in her Mini Cooper.
i Half An Hour Ago
Party /i
"CLAIRE I THINK WE SHOULD LEAVE!" April yelled over the music.
"Why? I'm just getting to know some of the people here!" Claire yelled back.
"CLAIRE THEIR DRUNK!" April yelled, "IF YOUR NOT LEAVING I AM!"
"FINE. TRY TO GET HOME WITH OUT ME AND MY CAR!' Claire yelled. Claire wasn't a true friend, but she was April's only friend. April walked out. About Five blocks away from her house she saw something bright orange. 'A house caught on fire' April guessed. April saw at least three fire trucks pass her. She walked a little faster to see what was going on. She stopped in her place to see that it was her house that was on fire. HER HOUSE. She couldn't believe this. What could have started the fire? She ran the other way never noticing that she was watched.