"VICTORIA" my Mom yelled loudly at me from the other room. I didn't react or flinch.

"VICTORIA" she screeched again. Still no movement.

"VICTORIA" she said more calmly as she opened my bedroom door and walked over to my bed where I was wrapped up in my floral duvet trying to drown the sound of her yelling voice out of my head.

"Come on love" she said sweetly as she pulled my curtains open which made my room fill with light and me say a dramatic "NOOOO"

"Yes love" she replied "Come on now Vic, today is Friday, last day of school before the weekend and look outside doesn't it look lovely?"

"Yes" I said sleepily "But can't you just let me sleep for five more minutes?"

"Sweetheart I've let you sleep for longer than normal today, you must get up. Don't you have that big English test?" she said as she pulled at my covers.

"Yes I do, but its not big Mom," I said as I released my grip on the duvet "It's Shakespeare"

"Ah" she said as watched me slowly get out of bed "Good thing you got out of bed love or else I would have to have gotten Ben to get you out of bed," she paused and laughed "And you know what he tends to resort too"

"Thank you for not getting him" I laughed as I rummaged through my drawers looking for something to wear.

Ben was my big brother who I loved dearly but who liked to use me as his little puppet. He loved to pull pranks on me and make me angry especially when we were younger. Ben is in second Year University at Durham University. He's home from school now as the University let out a couple weeks ago and he now has nothing to do since he doesn't go visit his girlfriend of four years from Whales for another couple weeks and doesn't have a job. He's resorted back to his old self and has started pulling tricks and pranks on me which means that I have to be extra careful now.

"Your quilt is on your dress form," She said as she pointed to the dress form that was dressed in my school uniform.

"It's casual day today" I said happily as I pulled out a top and then put it back when I realized what it looked like. It had sparkles. Too flashy.

See, I was never someone who liked attention .I like to just blend in with the crowd and try to get the bare minimum attention possible. I was THAT girl.

"Oh is it!" She said "Well I shall leave you to that then, but Vic please try to hurry up. Your father said he would drive you to school if you leave by 8:15. Which means that by my watch you have twenty minutes to eat and get dressed. Ok?"

"Yep that's fine" I smiled.

"Brilliant come down quick, I made pancakes," she said as she walked out of my room and shut the door behind her.

I pulled out a plain white long sleeve American Apparel top and threw that over my head and then I put on a pair of simple dark wash J Brand skinny jeans. It was simple but that's what I was going for, the invisible look. Next, I headed to the toilet to tame my hair and brush my teeth.

"Morning Victor!" my brother Ben said happily as he brushed his teeth in the bathroom.

"Morning Benny" I replied as I began to pull at the knots in my hair.

"You excited to see your superstar brother tonight?" he asked as he watched me pull at my hair in disgust.

I had long chestnut brown hair that isn't curly but that also isn't straight. I guess it's wavy.

"You are hardly what I call a superstar," I chuckled "But yeah, I can't wait to see him"

"I'm going down to help out with the football match today" he said excitedly

"That's good, so wait…Will you not be here when he is?" I asked.

" No, no of course I will not miss my little bro coming home but I probably just won't be home until 6 or 7" he said as he as he held out his hand to shake mine. I grabbed it and noticed that I had been "Benenized" again. Ben had put toothpaste on the palm of his hand and then had gotten it all over me when I shock it.

"MOM" I yelled down the stairs "BEN PUT TOOTHPASTE ON HIS HAND AND PRANKED ME"

Ben just laughed, "Such a cry baby"

"NO I'M NOT," I yelled back at him.

"YES YOU ARE. CRY BABY. GO CRY TO MOMMY," He mocked me.

"Well if you weren't so annoying," I said getting tired of hearing my screaming voice.

"BENJAMIN AND VICTORIA" My dad yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "I don't care who started what but you will BOTH stop this ruckus and reckless behaviour this instant. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" He yelled.

"YES" We both muttered

"Good I hate when you guys fight especially first thing in the morning! Now I am leaving in five minutes Tory if you want a ride?" he said.

"Yes please" I replied, "Just let me get my bag"

I quickly ran my fingers through my chestnut hair one more time before grabbing my grey leather wraparound bag.

"What time are you going to be home by?" My mom asked me as I shovelled pieces of chocolate chip pancake into my mouth.

"After school which is three" I said through a mouthful of pancake bits and chocolate milk.

"Darling don't eat with your mouth full" My mom said as she watched me eat the pancakes like a cannibal with disgust, "Slow down love"

"I promised Owen that I would help him study for the Shakespeare test before class so I need to hurry up" I said as I shovelled another piece of the decedent pancake onto my fork.

"Romeo, Romeo where art thou Romeo?" My mom said dramatically as she flipped through the newspaper.

"Yep exactly" I laughed, "You'd ace the test Mom"

"You will too" She smiled at me, "You better hurry though if you want to make sure that Owen ace's the test as well"

"Thanks mom and thanks for breakfast" I said as I leapt off my chair to plant a kiss on my mom's cheek before running out of the door to catch up with my dad.

The drive to my school was really quick and consisted of my dad and I talking about the football game from the previous night and my dad quizzing me on Shakespeare.

"What is Juliet's last name?" My dad asked me as he kept his eyes peeled on the road.

"Capulet," I answered confidently.

"Very good Tory" He replied back to me happily, "Do you have any hot dates this weekend?"

"DAAAAD" I moaned, "Can you just keep on quizzing me?"

"Sorry love, but your mom wanted me to ask," He said pulling up to the iron gates of my school.

"I don't. Tell her that," I said.

I then sighed realizing that in approximately two minutes I will have to face hell otherwise known as the "Glamour Girls". I am not talking about a band, even though the name kind of sounds like some cheesy all girl pop band who sing tunes about love and dancing to the beat. Nope, I am talking about the popular girls who run my school and whose goal is to ruin my social life. They used to not bother me and would just let me be apart of the "Invisible" group, which consisted of students who the girls would not take the time of day to look at or breathe the same air as them. But now that I have a famous brother lots of people notice me and I am getting more attention than the Glamour Girls get which angers them and makes me their target. I hate catfights. I hate drama. I want to be able to blend in but these girls will not give up until they bring me down.

"We're hereeeee," My dad sang as he pulled up to an old building with three columns.

This was my school. Wellington Day Academy. I had gone here my whole life, well not my whole life but since I was four. I used to love school and would love to spend my lunchtime laughing with Gale and Owen by the garden as we ate our sandwiches. But now school had become a gray, cold place for me and was a place where all the girls loathed me and all the boys wanted to use me.

"Bye Dad" I said gravely as I slammed the SUV's door behind me.

"Ah good morning my fair lady," My best friend Owen said to me as he and I walked into the halls of WDA.

"Good morning good sir," I replied as I curtsied towards him and bowed my head, "How art thou?"

"Huh?" Owen asked confused.

"Don't worry," I said laughing, "We have twenty minutes I will drill Shakespeare into your head"

"Thank you" he smiled, "When I read it last night I swore that I was reading a foreign language!"

"Nope" I giggled as I winded my way towards my locker and took out my Romeo & Juliet book to test Owen, "Just good old Shakespeare"

Owen didn't respond to what I just said and I looked up at him to see him staring at my locker in disgust.

"Tory don't look," he declared as he sprinted over to my locker and sprawled his arms out to cover up the papers that people had stuck to my locker. He quickly tried to take down the papers but I was too fast and grabbed them out of his hand.

How can you be related to someone so beautiful and so much talent? You are probably adopted because you look like the back of an arse.

Nobody likes you. If you died nobody would cry.

YOU'RE A BLOODY SLUT. YOU WHORE!

Lesbian

I quickly shoved the awful threating papers in my bag before I let Owen or Quinn who had just appeared; see the awful stuff that girls were writing to me. I won't let it get to me, I told myself.

Both looked at me with concerned faces "You should really tell the principle" Quinn said, "We can go with you if you want"

"Hey guys it's fine, just leave it ok?" I said as I played with my lock to open my locker. This would all go away eventually. Wouldn't it?

"Vic we're worried about you. You can't let Helena and her little bitches get away with this. It's not right!" Owen said as he placed his hand on the small of my back. Helena was the alpha of the Glamour girls.

"Where's Gale?" I asked, changing the subject.

Owen, with his blonde hair and cute smile had been my best friend since I was seven. When we were put in a group to work on a project on animals. At first Owen didn't like me because he though I wanted to do the project on dolphins like every other girl in the class but when I asked him if we could do our project on the hammer shark, his face lit up and he and I have been best friends ever since.

We met Gale next. He came to WDA when we we're eight and both Owen and I took a liking to his Scottish accent and bright red mop of curls on his head. While the other kids made fun of him, Owen and I invited him to join in our game of football.

We met Quinn last when we were twelve, he came to WDA from Dublin. Quinn had the grades, the looks and the cutest smile. He could have been apart of any group that he wanted to be apart of in our school but he took a liking to us when he saw us wearing football jerseys and doing some fancy drills that my older brother had taught us.

I have never really had any best friends who were girls but I did have three best friends who were guys. I just tended to gravitate towards hanging out with guys because they were more laid back and didn't hold grudges. I was more of myself around guys then I was around girls.

"I love your choice of footwear this morning," Gale said walking over to the guys and I and embracing me with a warm hug.

"Thank you," I said looking down at my pair of black converses, "But they aren't mine their…" I was cut off by an excited girl who was in my math class, I think?

"OMG HOW ARE YOU VICTORIA?" the annoying girl asked acting like we we're best friends.

"Fine," I said dully.

"That's good," she said whilst she furiously texted on her phone, "So girlieee? Is the superstar back in town?"

Who the hell was this girl? I looked at my friends and they all gave me a blank look.

"Actually" I said annoyed with the platinum blonde girl, "I got to get to class now"

I started on my heel before she could say anything else and both Gale and Owen followed my lead.

The rest of my day consisted of me writing a very hard test, getting lots of homework and dealing with the mean girls. So all and all it was not a bad day.

"Hey Victoria" Nora said walking over to my desk, "Do you need help?"

She could tell that I was struggling by the blank look that was plastered on my face, "Yes, thank you I-

"Don't mention it," she added cutting me off.

Nora was the only girl after the whole 'my brother is on X factor' part of my life that gave me her support and stuck up for me. Nora herself had personally dealt with the 'Glamour Girls' when she had been scouted by a model agency. Within two weeks Nora was on the cover of every big fashion magazine and was walking the runway for all the big designers from Burberry to Tory Birch. This made her ex-best friend, Alpha of the Glamour Girls extremely jealous and she was kicked out of the group and tortured by the platinum blonde. Nora was better than the Alpha Helena though and decided that instead of finding ways to cut holes into Helena's new pair of Ellie Saab chinos she should find new friends that were happy for her new found success and focus on her career path of modelling.

I consider Nora one of my friends but we aren't like most friends who sip Chai lattés together, go for mani-pedi's every Saturday morning and share each other's clothes. We are the only ones who understood each other and we can talk about the industry and are feelings without being judged.

" Remember this SOH CAE TOA" Nora said as she wrote the words on the top of a piece of scrap paper.

"What language is that?" I said as I pointed at what she had just written, "Looks foreign"

"It's called the ugly language of math," She laughed, "Don't worry it took me a while to get it too. What are you doing tonight by the way?"

"My brother's coming home" I said excitedly, "I am so excited to see him"

"How long has it been?" She asked

"Way too long" I chucked, "Actually one month. It was because he and the band moved into their flats in London and they were super busy"

"You must be so excited" She smiled, "Is 'he' going to be there though?"

'He' referred to the one member of my brother's band who I had a tiny crush on. Ok, so maybe not a tiny crush on, whom I was falling head over heels for. Nora was the only person who I told this too.

"Nope" I said looking around the room to make sure no one was listening, "It's just -

I was interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing announcing that the school day was over.

RRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG

"Well, have a good weekend Vic!" Nora said quickly as she gathered her books and put them in her bag "I must be going though I have a photo shoot in Scotland this weekend!"

"Wow" I said amazed by my friend, "Good luck"

"You too" she said with a wink before walking out.

I gathered my stuff and began to walk out of the classroom when my teacher Ms. Hawks called my name, "Victoria" she said softly, "Could I please speak to you? It's very important."

"Yeah sure" I said walking over to my teacher's desk covered with papers.

"It's about your mark," She said.

I frowned.

"I'm very worried about you" she began, "I know that you struggle in math and that this year has been quite difficult for you especially because you missed so many classes to see your brother perform in X factor and I cannot even begin to imagine how much you have to deal with. You are a very good student who I know tries they're hardest but you are not doing as well as I would hope in this class. Actually-

I cut her off, "Am I failing?"

"Yes but I want you to pass this course. That is why I am giving you an assignment to do this weekend. This assignment is on the chapter we have been doing this week. If you give this assignment back to me completed by Monday and you pass it along with the exam I will give you the credit for this course. Seeing as the final exams are next week and I don't want you to fathom over math too much I think this is a fair compromise. Do you?"

My cheeks were burning and I was sweating. I was failing math? OMG. "What is my mark now?"

"47%" She frowned, "Don't worry I will help you. All you need to do is pass this assignment and the exam and you will pass this course. You might want to look into investing in a tutor though"

"Ok" I said shocked by what I had just heard, "Thank you"

"Good luck studying Victoria" she said as I walked out of her class, "See you on Monday for the final exam"

I walked home by myself as thoughts wandered in my head. I couldn't breathe. I was failing math. How? I mean I know I wasn't a genius when it came to math but I hadn't actually thought that I would fail it.

I reached the mustard coloured door and took in a deep breath before opening it.

"Victoria is that you?" I heard an angry voice say as I slammed the front door, "Your teacher just called! Your failing math?"

I shivered because this wasn't just any angry voice; this was the angry voice of my pop star brother who had just gotten home.

Hello Everyone! What did you think?

This is my first fan fiction ever and I really hope that you enjoyed it.

I didn't tell you who the famous brother was because I want you to guess and be kept in suspense.

Who do you think it is?

Thanks so much and I will try to upload the next chapter soon!

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