(A/N: the family in this story does not reflect my real life family. My dad can get moody, but not that bad o.O Also I don't own any of the companies used in this story. And *sigh* I don't own Tokio Hotel. If i did though, I'd make them my beautiful German SLAVES:) just kidding. maybe...)
Chapter 1
I cannot freaking believe it! Tokio Hotel is in America! Holy skittle S****ing sheep from Hell! And what's better is I get to see them? Live? In concert? Holy fudge nuggets. Well... if you consider running away (temporarily) to see them "getting to see them" and not "going to see them". The first option makes me feel less guilty. none of my friends really knew who they were except for a select few, but I didn't know them that well. Their loss I figured. I was so proud of the German in me. Although i was only a bit more German than everything else (when I say everything else, I mean EVERYTHING ELSE) it was the part of me I felt most connected to. Not even the fudge-tards at school could make me feel any less about it. I say this because after learning about the holocaust in social studies, everyone started calling me Nazi, just because i was the one who acted the most German. But I didn't care, they were all too brain damaged to realize how immature and idiotic their taunting and mental abuse was. I had always been very mature for my age; very grown-up. My attitude, the way I took charge and responsibility, even how my mind processed things. My teachers and friends of the family always commented on how advanced I was. But i was also strong -willed, tough, and very, very, very devious. Looking in the my hotel room mirror I could see that now. I looked like a small 13 year old girl, but on the inside I was a ticking time bomb ready to explode at tiniest drop of fear induced adrenaline. I stuck up for the ones I loved, and every time someone doubted my strength I proved them wrong... and got sent to the Principal's office. But as of right now I was just Shelby. I was in a calm state but I could still see a glint of determination in my own eye.I looked myself over not really liking what i saw, the only thing i liked about myself was my hair. It lay in layered waves of silky dark chocolate brown. It's never been highlighted, colored, anything like that. My hair was all natural and on good days when my hair decided not to be frizzy, it looked like I just got back from a professional photo shoot. But that almost ever happened so usually I just straightened it. My eyes were the same color as my hair. I thought they were small, some people said that I had big eyes but I think they were just saying that. My eyes were definitely not big, but they weren't small either. So i guess they were kind of medium? I had a slightly upturned nose and just below it small pink lips. Which i don;t think fit my characters. because i was a very loud person. My lips weren't thin or anything, they just were... small... yeah. One thing i found weird though was how much my face structure looked like Bill Kaulitz'. One thing though was that his cheek bones were a bit more prominent than mine. I sighed and plopped down onto my bed. Flashbacks from 2 days ago filled my mind;
"The hell you're going to that concert! And for what? to see some fag boy and his ghetto wannabe brother dance around on stage?" My dad was practically yelling at me. Nobody called Tomi und Billa that. "Screw you! I don't need your d*** opinion, I'm going whether you like it or not, you conceded jerk!" I screamed back. "I'd like to f***ing see you try" he said settling back down in his chair to watch more football, knowing that I wouldn't actually leave. Too bad he "knew" wrong. I was going. And he wasn't going to stop me. I stomped out of the room to my upstairs bedroom. I ripped my suitcase out from under my bed and threw it open. I shoved open my drawers and started tossing in clothes. I walked into my bathroom doing my makeup and brushing my teeth. When I was done I tossed the makeup and my toothbrush into the bag and zipped it shut along with my entire life savings which was like $1,600. I have been saving my money for a while now, knowing something like this would happen sooner or later. I grabbed my suitcase and walked downstairs only to come face to face with my mom, crying nonetheless. I love my mom she always supported me. But now, she stood there crying, and holding onto TH tickets, money, a plane ticket, and a credit-card looking thing of some sort, which I assumed to be for a hotel. "Mom..." She hugged me and kissed the top of my head. "I know I can't make you stay" She cried while still hugging me. "WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?" My father's voice boomed. "Ready, set, go, It's time to run." she said, making a joke using a line from Tokio Hotel's song Ready, Set, Go. "there's a cab outside waiting for you. I love you so much." She said hugging me again. We heard the chair squeak in the family room, signaling my father getting up. "I love you too, bye mom" I said and ran out the door. I ran to the taxi dragging behind me my suitcase. "Tampa airport, please. hurry!" The driver did as I told, and I watched as my home grow smaller and smaller as I got further away.
A knock on the door brought me back to present time. " Room service!" "no thank you!" I replied. So here I am, Floridian girl by herself in New York. Wunderbar. I looked at the digital alarm clock next to my bed, it read 5:30. Eek! The concert started at 7:30 and i had to get there at least before the doors open... so figure 30 minutes getting there... *face-palm* only an hour to get ready! I sprang out of bed so fast that flippin... Lance Armstrong would be jealous?... I don't know that was a suckish attempt BUT YOU GET THE IDEA. I ran into the shower not caring how cold it was, and i was out 10 minutes later. I blow dried my hair for 15 minutes while simultaneously brushing my teeth. I went to my backpack and pulled out my turquoise Tokio Hotel bracelet, skinny jeans that were black and had silver chains on them, and my DC shoes. I also pulled out my favorite shirt ever: a black tank top. The front looked like a normal tank top but the back was lace with the pattern of roses. "Thank you Wet Seal for gifting me with this perfect shirt!" I murmured to myself. Of course I would wear a white tank top under it:) I dressed as fast as I could and ran back into the bathroom. I turned on my flat iron and while I was waiting for it to heat up I did my makeup. Light silver sparkly eyeshadow an heavy black eyeliner. Definitely not as heavy as Bill's but a good amount. I also puts lots of mascara on the top row of eyelashes, but left the bottom alone. I lightly tapped the flat iron to check to see if it was ready. Yep. I did my hair and makeup in record time: 20 minutes. I had 15 minutes left so I checked to see if I had everything ready, put on a long silver necklace that went just below my... uh... bra:) and put on lip gloss. I looked over to the clock and did a double take "6:55!" I almost squealed. I grabbed my vera bradley mini backpack (in blue rhapsody) and ran downstairs. It took forever to catch a taxi and even longer to get there! uugghhh!