Bonjour! No, I am indeed not French...well maybe a little, but...anywhosle I am pretty litle story right here that your reading is ..*ahem* kind of about BOTDF OR Blood On The Dancefloor. Or my FAVORITIST bnd ever, and yes i do talk weirdly...no it is not a mistake. So it all started on my 13th birthday. I was getting ready for my very first BOTDF concert. Oh yes i was EXCITED. My best friend, Mcenzie and I were in my room. I threw on a purple hoodie with cat ears over my white camisol.I had dark wash shorts with rips here and there. I may be a bit young, but I do in fact have a figure. I pulled on my Vans and got out my makeup. Mcenzie was wearing ripped white skinny jeans and a BOTDF T-shirt. She had strait red hair and ice blue eyes. She's about 5' 4" and slender. She's 13. You see my name is...dun dun dunnn...ANNA-ROSE SIMMONS. Thank you ladies and gentlemen. I have curly dark brown hair that is just below chest length with purple streaks. I am about 5 '5" and thin and curvy with a slightly larger chest. My brown eyes scanned my currently unmake-uped face and applied a qiuck coat of mascara and blush. I put on soome red lip-stick and eyeliner and admired my hamdy work. Not to bad Simmons, Not to bad. "Annn! We have to go!" Mcenzie whined. "Can i at least put on some eye-shadow your highness?" i said sarcastically. "finneee" she said with a sigh "but hurry up i do NOT want to be late." I rolled my eyes and quickly put on some purple and white eyeshadow. As we walked to the bus stop we chatted...well obsessed "OMIGODIMSOEXCIED" "METOOICANTBELEIVEITT" It went on like that for a while even on the bus until one chick finaly said "STFU!" i mean the letters it sounded strange that she didn't just say 'shut up' Oh well. When we got there it was so packed i had to use 'the glare' to get us to the front. And so began our adventure