Hello to all reading this story! :)
This is my first time posting a story on FF although I have stalked this site many times. I don't pretend to be the best writer and was skeptical about writing a story about a band that exists in real life but I just couldn't help myself. :P I don't own any of the Tokio Hotel characters, the rest are mineeeee alll mineeee!! teehee. :) Thanks for reading and please leave feedback! I would love to hear your thoughts! Toodles!
I had no idea who they were.
By they I mean the band Tokio Hotel. They were some band that had originated in Germany and become a sensation in the teenage world of Europe. I did not live in Europe, therefore I did not care. I was about to though because I was being transported there, to Germany to live with my Aunt Liz, who traveled with them doing only God knows what. "Hey lady, you gettin out or am I droppin ya?" I blinked back to reality and to the enormous Boston cabbie I had given my lousy 20 bucks to. "Hold on to your wives I'm leavin," I mumbled. The driver shook his head and sped off, hitting a puddle that had to have been a river back in the middle ages and got me soaked. I hate getting wet. I also hate Mondays. I also hate getting onto trains for hours until I find the right plane and get to Germany. Right now, I was hating Germany to and the stupid band that pulled me there. It wasn't a good day. I thought of my little broken down house filled with my best friends and small children. We were all orphans and homeless ones at that. Our parents had either been killed or died from whatever and we had banded together to feed and clothe one another in Bostons South side. Needless to say I got into a lot of fights because I was an Italian living on the Irish side and there was always that one jerk that needed a good kick in his Irish arse. I was always the Italian one to give it to him to. I felt horrible leaving what had become my family to fend for themselves out on the streets of Boston. It wasn't a good feeling that I had when I entered the train for my hours long ride to the airport. I settled into a corner chair and tried to think happy thoughts. A man soon interrupted my happy thoughts of purple penguins when he called my name. "Miz Lilly Turner?" he sniffed. I looked up at a man who looked like he had manicured his eyebrows himself and was a prime example of people who should get nose jobs. I glared at him, "And if I'm not her? Do I get to go home?" The man's funny looking eyebrows went up. " They gave me a photograph so I could identify you." He answered. Who took my picture, I wondered vaguely. "What if I am her evil twin who murdered Lilly and took her place?" I muttered darkly. I was pretty sure I looked like a murderer; my clothes were ripped and muddy, my hair which is the color of mud and the consistency of a hairball on steroids was fuzzy and I had cuts, bruises and swelling from my last street fight. Mr. Manicured Eyebrows just rolled his eyes and gave me a ticket for the rest of the ride on the train till I got to the Airport. "Enjoy your trip!" he said quickly and ran off. I settled back into my stormy mood wishing I could have a razor to take to his ridiculous eyebrows. I fell asleep wondering what kind of person Aunt Liz would be.
I promise it will get more exciting! Next chapter up soon me laddos!