Disclaimer: In this chapter, everything is mine! YAY!
Note: I'm getting bored of my old stories... so I'm writing yet another new one. Pathetic, isn't it? Oh, btw, there's no magic in this one.
Chapter 1: Introducing... the Spaztic Drama Queen!
Sixteen year old pop star, Lucy Thunders, sighed. Uncrossing her legs, she switched them around, and placed her left foot over the other.
She flinched. She had been sitting there, in that airplane, for a very long time! Lucy Thunders didn't do long flights.
She sighed again. This time, her pleas, attracted a blonde girl's attention.
"Alright Lucy, fess up. You've been acting all weird lately." The girl paused, and then whispered softly. "Is it... you know... THAT time of the month?"
Rolling her jet black eyes, Lucy retorted, "Kelsey! No, it's not... THAT time of the month."
"Oh." Kelsey seemed relieved, as she flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder, her eyes pressing Lucy for more information.
"It's just.... I guess I'm kinda nervous. I've never been on a tour with an English band before. Much less, an English band, that's currently the most popular. I'm just pretty nervous... that's all."
Kelsey's brilliant blue eyes opened wide in confusion.
"But why? Look at you....you're.... PERFECT!"
Lucy returned to looking out the window. She hated it when people called her perfect.
"No, Kelsey. Nobody's perfect." Kelsey was a nice friend but she got annoying sometimes. Lucy wanted someone who could understand her feelings, not bombard her with lovely comments... if she wanted that, she had enough fans to do it for her.
Realizing she wasn't wanted, a disgruntled Kelsey returned to reading her magazine and twirling her hair into knots before huffily slamming the magazine down and combing it.
'Another boring day in the life of a teenage popstar. How wonderful.' Lucy thought.
She examined her perfect nails and in frustration, bit one fiercely off.
She stared at the jagged end in comparison with all the other manicured, nicely-shaped ones. It looked so out of place.
Sighing, she gave in and took a pack of acrylic nails out of her purse. She grabbed one and hastily pasted it on.
There. Better.
She wouldn't be able to get any guys if she started damaging her image now.
Lucy reclined further into her velvet, private-airplane chair and sipped her martini.
She had just broken off another fling. She'd had so many since she got famous, she'd lost count.
The tabloids were always buzzing with news about her passionate, romantic hook-ups and brief, efficient break-ups.
For some reason, she just couldn't stay still. She couldn't stay with one guy. He was never really just right.
She closed her eyea and let the martini swirl around her mouth and down her throat.
'I hope British guys are cute.'
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