I DO NOT OWN THE JONAS BROTHERS OR THE SONG BLACK KEYS.

THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION I'VE EVER WRITTEN SO PLEASE REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. I'LL POST CHAPTER 2 SOON

Chapter 1: Science Class

My name is Maddie Jones, I'm 16 years old and I LOVE the Jonas Brothers. Everyone who knows me knows that. I have over 200 posters in my room, I have all their CD's, about twenty t-shirts and TONS of magazines/books about them. Whenever I can, I do projects about them at school. My favorite brother is Nick. Him and I have a lot in common. We both play guitar, piano, and drums, we both love to sing, even our last names are alike! Jones and Jonas. Our favorite color is blue, we both have brown hair and eyes and much more.

But the main reason we're alike is because I have diabetes. Just like him. I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in March 2008. It was hard at first but he's been a great role model and very inspiring to me. I have an OmniPod, like Nick, it makes things a little easier but everything is still hard. Sometimes, I just wish it would all go away, that diabetes didn't even exist and most of all that it didn't have to be me. Then, I watch the YouTube video of Nick revealing his diabetes. It makes me feel better. Then I know everything happens for a reason and that I just have to live with it.

Yesterday was my birthday. When I blew out the candles on my cake, my wish was that I could be like Nick and inspire other kids the way he does and handle my diabetes like him.

There I was, the day after my 16th birthday, sitting in science class, half-listening to my teacher giving a lecture and half off in my own thoughts. I was sitting there bored when I decided to write more Jonas Brothers lyrics. I liked writing down all the lyrics to all their songs when I was bored. Today, I decided to write "Black Keys". I began writing.

She walks away

The colors fade to gray

Every precious moments now erased

She hits the gas

Hopeing it would pass

But the red light starts to flash

It's time to wait

And the black keys never looked so beautiful

And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull

And the lights out

Never had this brighter glow

And the black keys showing me a world I never know

A world I never knew

She loves the sun

Cause it proves she's not alone

And the world doesn't revolve around your soul

She loves the sky cause it validates her pride

Never lets her know when is wrong

And the black keys never looked so beautiful

And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull

And the lights out

Never had this brighter glow

And the black keys showing me a world I never know

Yeah

The walls are closing in

Don't let em get

Inside of your head

Don't let em get

Inside of your head

Don't let em get

Inside of your head

Don't let them inside

Cause the black keys never looked so beautiful

And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull

Oh-oh

And the lights out never had this brighter glow

And the black keys showing me a world I never know

Don't let em get

Don't let em get

Inside of your head

No

Don't let em get yeah

Inside of your head

Don't let em get

Don't let em get

Inside of your head

Don't let em get

Oh-oh

Inside of your head

Sometimes a fight is better black and white

When I was done, I drew and little circle with "Nicholas Jerry Jonas" in it. I didn't draw a heart because hearts break, circles last forever. Suddenly, I began feeling funny. I started shaking a little. All of this happening silently. Then, the voice of my teacher was fading away. In fact, I couldn't hear anything. Then, my eyes shut. I was in total blackness for a few seconds. Not hearing or seeing anything. Was I passing out? I couldn't be dying. I could still tell I was there and feel my body. The blackness left. I felt like I was flying. I looked around and, well, I was flying over what looked like water, but my body was not there. I could feel it but not see it.

Then, everything stopped. I could feel my body back on ground. I was laying down now. I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds. When I opened them, I was not in my classroom.