Chapter 1: ATL Baby!
Your name is Tricia Marie Flatts. Your dad is Rascal Flatts. Your mom died in an accident but your family got over that. You're a 17 year old Canadian – American teenager. You speak a little Japanese, a little Korean and French. You can understand and speak Filipino. You live in San Jose, California. You're not famous or anything because your dad kept you as a secret because he doesn't want you to be hurt. You study in Nielsen School of Arts and Dance. Okay, enough said and on with the story. Enjoy :)
You woke up at 7:00 am. It's a day before summer :)
Tricia: Ugh. Can it be summer already?
Dad: *yelling* Tricia? You awake?
Tricia: *yelling* Yeah Dad.
Dad: *yelling* Kitchen now.
Tricia: What did I do now?
You took a bath then change into your purple shirt and mini shorts then you went down.
Dad: What took you so long?
Tricia: I took a bath so I won't be late for school.
Dad: You won't be late because you're not going to school.
Tricia: Why?
Dad: We're going to Georgia.
Tricia: Where in Georgia? ATL?
Dad: Yep!
Tricia: Oh. Yay! Anyway, why?
Dad: I'm gonna shoot a music video with Justin Bieber.
Tricia: Cool! Can I come?
Dad: You have to come.
Tricia: Yay! When are we leaving?
Dad: Today.
Tricia: Yay!
You went to your room and you grabbed a suitcase. You put all your important things in then you grabbed your iPhone 4, iPod Touch, Laptop, just beats headphones and your Blackberry Phone then you went down.
Tricia: Dad, I'm done!
Dad: Good. Now let's go.
You guys went out and Roger (your dad's driver) carried your things and you rode your dad's limo.
Tricia: Where are we staying?
Dad: In Justin's house.
Tricia: Did you tell that I was coming?
Dad: Pattie told me to bring you so that Justin will have company.
Tricia: Why me? What about his girlfriend?
Dad: They broke up a couple of weeks ago. Justin found Selena kissing another guy.
Tricia: Wow. Harsh! Well, 'nuff questions.
I grabbed my iPod Touch and played the music. I went back to sleep, when I woke up we were in Atlanta, Georgia. Awesome! After a couple of minutes we were outside Justin's house.
Dad: Okay, we're here :)
Tricia: Okay, I'm nervous.
Dad: Come on.
You grabbed your suitcase then you and your dad went on the porch of Justin's house. Your dad rang the doorbell and Pattie came out.
Pattie: Well, Hello. Come in.
Dad: Thanks Pattie.
We went inside Justin's house. Man, it was beautiful.
Pattie: Did you guys have a nice trip?
Dad: Yeah, we did.
Pattie: That's good. So, Rascal, is this your daughter?
Dad: Yeah. Her name's Tricia.
Pattie: Hi Tricia! Nice to meet you!
Tricia: Nice you meet you too, Ms. Mallette.
Pattie: You can call me Pattie. And I'll be back in a second.
Tricia: Okay, Pattie.
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