Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.

I tried to take as much time as I possibly could, just to piss my mother off. When I decided that I had taken enough time, I went to leave, looking in the mirror one last time.

I was wearing a pair of gray skinny jeans (my obsession), paired off with a purple top and black converse to top it off. My blonde wavy hair had actually decided to do something right, and it looked good.

All in all, I had to admit that I actually looked pretty good. I couldn't help but smile, I rarely felt good about the way I looked.

But as it always does, my smile wore off as I remembered that I was going to have to go downstairs and attempt to be friendly and outgoing, like my mother expected. She just couldn't grasp the concept that that was the The Chloe who liked to socialize. The Chloe who had a dad.

The new Chloe, however, want nothing to do with those rich, snobby people downstairs.

I sighed.

Here goes nothing.

So that was short. The story will get better, I promise. I mean, the Jonas Brothers will be in it.