Chapter one

` Alix Shulistra was very annoyed. He was 14, and suddenly all popular now that his 17 (almost 18!) year old sister was in the ranks with Katy Perry and KE$HA and all of them. Why, why, couldn't he have had this kind of fame before? The fact she was performing for the entire high school in the auditorium today didn't help, either. He'd seen her before school today. The way she was dressed, the entire male part of the student body would need to leave the room. Her black skirt was Miley Cyrus short, but at least Bree was smart enough to wear her red and black striped leggings. Her sparkly red shoes reminded Alix of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, and her low cut red tank was just fine for the 12th grade boys. And where would someone find RED EYELINER? Or mascara that vividly scarlet? Hmm... made him wonder where his sister shopped...

"Yo, Shulistra!" called Maggi Flemming, another ninth grader. "When's yo sista gon' come? Principal Lewis says she oughtta be ready by now..." he smiled at the most popular girl in his grade. 'Pretty and popular?' he thought, 'Whoa, she's a black version of my sister!' he came back to earth, and said, "I dunno. I'll text her..." he flipped open his phone to find he had 12 texts. "Damn..." he muttered. He clicked open and snorted, they were all from Bree, and all said:

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

He replied, to each one, WHAT? and a few minutes later got the long reply: Im so nervous do u think ill do good o i hope so and also what i really needed to say was HI=)! Anyway Ajei had a panic attack, she's never performed in a space so small... claustrophobia, anyone? Jeez...

He sniggered at his sister's BFF's claustrophobia. He made his way to first hour and found a paper on his desk. It read:

Dear Alix,

I'll give you a choice. You can do all the homework the rest of the kids have to do, or you can do a special assignment, writing a ten paragraph composition on your travels with Bree and her band.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Defcound

Just then, Alix saw his sister come in. "Heeeey! Little Brother! I know you hear me!" she tripped over some kids binder and stumbled over to him. "Hi!" she said cheerfully and perched herself on some random kid's desk. "Is that ALL?" he asked and her signature smirk spread across her face. "What? You got a hot date with someone special?" She hopped off the desk and wobbled on six inch strappy scarlet heels. "But yes, that is all. Anyway, who IS this girl? Why haven't I met her? Do mum and dad know?" he scowled and said, " There IS no girl. Jeez..." he muttered and walked off.

She frowned and left. At a quarter till 10 Mrs. Defcound ordered the class into line, and they marched off.