Hey this is my first ANT Farm so NO FLAMES PLEASE! I came up with this idea a few minutes ago when I got my letter to go to this school to go to this school called School of the Arts! I'm so stoked! I got in for singing! I'm so happy! Anywho Enjoy! R&R
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANT FARM!
Chapter 1
Being the new girl can be tough. Especially when your going to a High School full of high schoolers and barely any kids my age. The problem is I don't want to be here in America. I want to live back in Wolverhampton, England back with my parents. Well my parents who adopted me. I never actually met my parents...Okay, I'm getting off topic. I get interrupted from my thoughts as my brother talks to me.
"You sure you want to do this Bailey?" My big brother Liam asks me as we walk through the front doors of my new school. Liam is currently wearing a disguise so no one can recognize him. I look around and see a lot of kids in walking but one certain guy catches my eye. He has brown hair, brown eyes and he's carrying a IPad while talking to a girl who has dark skin and shoulder length dark hair with dark brown eyes.
"Yeah. Hey where the others?" I ask as I can't find his friends who decided to come with Liam and I.
"I don't know. Hang on." Liam opens the door still trying to hide himself. "Harry, you guys! Where are you?" Ugh! Liam needs to be more discreet! I don't want anyone to know about them.
"Liam! Be more quieter!" I snap at him. I hate getting mad at my brother but I have to sometimes.
"Sorry." I watch as the guys walk in with their tweed coats on and their big sunglasses.
"It's alright. I'm going to go find the principal, okay?" I ask him as I try to look him in the eyes.
"I'll come with you." Liam says.
"What about the guys?" Sometimes he has a 'Bloo moment'. A Bloo moment is when you don't get something and Bloo is Liam's nickname for me.
"Right then I'll get back to the private jet then. Bye sis." I hug my brother and the others. I hug Louis longer because I have a crush on him.
"See you guys after school." I wave good bye and try to find the principal's office. I wonder around for a while until the bell rings. Something tells me to run. I see as a lot of high schoolers come my way. I run to the nearest classroom I can find.
"Welcome to the A.N.T. Farm!" Says a man with a dark brown afro as he gestures his arms around. "I'm Gibson! What's your name?" I look around and see a recording booth. Wow, I already love this place.
"I'm Bailey P-" Crabcakes! I can't tell him my real last name! I would be caught. I soon think of Percy Jackson (a character from a book). "I mean my names Bailey Jackson." I look at him nervously, hoping he would buy it.
"Well nice to meet you Bailey!" He puts out his hand so I can shake it, I shake his hand.
"Hey Gibson. Do you mind if I get my A.N.T. Pad?" I turn around and see that guy that I saw earlier.
"Sure thing Fletcher! Do you mind if you show Bailey around the school? Great! I'll see you guys later! I have to go find my llama." Llama? Okay that's just weird. I look at Fletcher and he's looking around the room awkwardly.
"So... You ready to go look around the school?" I look at my clear lucky Converse, then I tug at my blue Cardigan.
"Sure." I say as I finally look at him.
We walk around the school silently until Fletcher breaks the silence.
"So what's your talent?" Fletcher asks me. Well the only reason I'm here is because of my mom. She signed me up since Liam already has a singing career and she didn't want to leave me out. So, one day I sung Love Story in my room as I was cleaning it and so she ended up recording me singing and sent it to this school. She also saw my abstract painting I made when I was at one of my brothers' rehearsal's.
"Singing and Art." I say casually as I look around.
"I'm in for Art too! Who's your favorite artist?" This is probably easiest question in the world for me.
"Da Vinci of course!" I get so excited when I talk about art. I feel calm when I'm in my own art world, painting.
"Same here! Favorite type of art?" Again easiest question/
"Abstract and pencil!" God, I'm so excited now.
"Is there something we don't have in common about art? Anyways let's here you sing." There's the hard part. I don't really like singing in front of people. But don't get me wrong, I love singing. It's the best thing in the world.
"Um okay. What song do you want me to sing?" I hope he doesn't pick-
"One Thing by One Direction. I'm not sure, that was the first song that popped into my head." And he picked it. Why did he have to! I guess I'll sing the part I know by heart that I hear everyday in my brothers room.
"Okay here it goes but, don't be disappointed because I'm a awful singer." I get the lyrics in my head and I start to sing.
"I've tried playing it cool
But when I'm looking at you
I can't ever be brave
'Cause you make my heart race
Shot me out of the sky
You're my kryptonite
You keep making me weak
Yeah, frozen and can't breathe
Something's gotta give now
'Cause I'm dying just to make you see
That I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing
So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
And you've got that one thing
Now I'm climbing the walls
But you don't notice at all
That I'm going out of my mind
All day and all night
Something's gotta give now
'Cause I'm dying just to know your name
And I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing
So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
So get out, get out, get out of my mind
And come on, come into my life
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
And you've got that one thing
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
You've got that one thing
Get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
So get out, get out, get out of my mind
And come on, come into my life
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
Yeah, you've got that one thing"
I look at Fletcher as I finish the last notes. He looks surprised. "Wow, you sing like Chyna." Who?
"Oh, um thanks I guess." I look at the ground again.
"That was actually a really nice compliment because Chyna actually got into America needs Talent." Again who?
"In that case thanks. Do you think we should head back?" I look past Fletcher's shoulder and see a flash of brown hair and curly brown hair. They're spying on me I think to myself.
"Sure." What do I tell him.
"Um is it alright if I go to the bathroom real quick?" I ask Fletcher. When I get a hold of them then I'll-
"Yeah, I'll be waiting in the A.N.T room." Once Fletcher walks out of view, I run to where I saw Harry and Liam. I find them hiding terribly near the water fountains.
"Why were you guys spying on me?" I ask Liam.
"Because we wanted to make sure you were safe. Oh and by the way sis nice singing." I look at him in the eye. He's telling the truth.
"Yeah that and if there were taco's here." Harry pipes up. "Oh and who's your new boyfriend? Did you already forget about Louis?" I punch Harry in the arm lightly.
"Thanks and I'm not dating Fletcher. Wait who told you I like Louis?" Ugh I know who did...Liam.
"So you admit it!" Liam said. "You know, you need to hide your diary better instead of leaving it in my room."
"This is what I get for having a diary." I mutter to myself. "Okay, well you guys can go now! I don't want fangirls to come around. Now shoo!" I watch as Liam and Harry go out the door and as I turn around I bump into Fletcher.
"Who are they?" Aww crap...
So what did you guys think? Once again NO FLAMES! Oh by the way, you guys probably know what Bailey's secret is. Review but no flames and don't be hating! I might update late because I have a TON of other fanfics to finish that I haven't finished yet... Anywhooooo REVIEW! Love ya guys! Peace OUT!