Me: Haaaayyyy yall! OMG this is totally irrevelant but I'm listening to the best song ever it's called How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds. Sorry, it's really good, I just had to mention it. Also, sorry about last chapter's formating spaz thingy, I have no idea what happened there, I'm gonna ask Donnie about that.

Mikey: Is it my POV this time?

Me: Sorry Mikey, but no. I'm gonna leave everyone on a kinda cliffhanger here. BTW, thank you everyone for all the amazing reviews! Anyways, like I was saying before I was rudelyinterrupted by myself, **glares at mirror** this chapter will be about a girl you never met before, so don't be mad! I will give you the next part of the last chapter sooo, ya. Btw, minor swearing, so BE WARNED. OMG I LOVE 5sos! Sorry, I'm listening to my Ipod, it's a tad bit distracting. :3

Raph: **dances into the room holding an Ipod that's playing Don't Stop**

Me: Hey, Raph, wazup?

Raph: …. **leaves the room scowling**

Me: Hehe, we all love 5sos :) On with the story!

Chloe POV

What should I wear today? I wonder as I dig through my large, walk-in closet. I open one of my shirt drawers and jostle the shirts around until I catch a sequin under my nail.

"Ow," I whine. I hate it when that happens. (Mikey: Me too! Me: You have sequins in your wardrobe?)

Finally, I pick out a white, sparkly t-shirt with 'Outer Banks' written on it in blue, and a pair of white-washed shorts that went halfway to my midthigh, showing off my not-so-long legs. I give myself a once-over in the mirror. This outfit doesn't clash too badly with my crazy red hair, or my ugly freckles that cover my entire body.

I go into my personal bathroom and wash my face. Then, I brush my chin-length hair. I put on a light coat of mascara and put on a light layer of eyeliner. After rubbing my lips together, now coated with mango-flavored lipgloss (yum), I slip on some silver Toms and rush out of my room.

I hurry down several flights of stairs, panting when I finally reach the bottom. That's one of the few bad things about living in a mansion, you can't go anywhere without getting tired, unless that's just me. I'm not really in that good of shape. Everyone is always jealous of me having a 'huge bust' or 'hot ass'. All I see is few extra pounds.

I grab a few pancakes that the cook just made. She makes them so yummy, nice and thick with a hint of cinnamon. I drizzle them with syrup and then dig in.

"These are soooo yummy, Cookie!" I tell the cook, Mariah. She grins.

"I try, Chloe," she tells me.

I inhale the rest of my meal and pick up my designer backpack. I rush outside, almost missing the bus.(Me: I ain't no hollaback girl! Sorry, I luv Gwen Stefani)

"Hey, girl," says my friend Callina as I sit down beside her. "Wanna go get our nails done after school?"

"Sure," I tell her.

TIME SKIP

"Thank you," I sing as Callina and I step out of the salon. I blow on my freshly painted nails. They are a silver-blue. Like my eyes!

"See you tomorrow," says Callina as she turns toward her road.

"Bye!" I tell her as I pull out my Ipod. I hit shuffle, and it automatically goes to Clean Bandit – Rather Be. I hum as I walk to my house. After a few minutes I trip and fall to the ground, which, thankfully, wasn't far away, seeing as I am insanely short, only 4'8". My Ipod falls out of my hand and skitters away. I groan and roll over.

"What-" I start. A girl from school is standing over me. She is extremely tall, dyed blond hair reaching her butt. Her face is caked with make-up. There, standing over me was our school's first class bitch, Sade McKoy. I facepalm.

Trying to devise a plan in my head, I stand up, ignoring her, and walk over to my Ipod, whose screen is cracked. I groan. Second time this month, and this time it wasn't even my fault!

"Where you going, bitch?" Sade asks, smirking. I roll my eyes.

"Bitch equals dog, equals bark, equals tree, equals nature, equals beautiful, so thanks for the complement," I tell her cheerfully. She scowls.

"You idiot," she says. I feel heat rise in my cheeks.

"Took you long enough, then didn't it?" I say happy, trying not to let her get to me.

"Hey, Sade, watcha doin'?" asks a voice from behind her. I peer around Sade's thin frame to see my crush, Jackson. He has raven black hair and a smile that could make you melt. Unfortunately, he was taken – by Sade.

Sade turns around, twirling her hair all flirty-like. I blush, pick up my Ipod and turn around to leave.

"Hi Chloe," he says, smiling. I blush harder, smile slightly, and wave weakly. Sade glares at me, and turns back to Jackson, a sickly smile on her face. I turn back towards my house and run the rest of the way.

I whip open the front door and rush upstairs. In my room, I throw down my backpack and flop on my bed. I kick off my Toms and push my feet into fluffy, furry slippers. I put on my headphones and take out my math homework. I groan, looking at the problems. I may not be an dumb person, but I'm definitely not the brightest crayon in the box.

After I did a few problems, I heard knocking on the door.

Yanking my headphones off, I call, "Come in!"

Mariah stepped in, holding the house phone. She looked devestated.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, confused.

"I don't know how you'll take this, but..." she cuts off and I motion her on. "Your parents were in a car accident."

TIME SKIP AGAIN

I wait impatiently in the waiting room. Mariah rubs her cocoa-colored skin next to me. She keeps asking the attendant when we can get in, even though we were told awhile ago that we weren't allowed in until tomorrow.

I swing my foot around. I'm a mess. It's 11:00 at night, but I don't think I'll be going to sleep anytime soon.

A nurse comes over to us, a grim expression on her face.

"You're the daughter of Coral and Nathan Taylor?" she asks me. I nod, awaiting information.

"Your parents are dead," she says frankly. I stare at her as the words sink into my mind. Beside me, Mariah lets out a loud sob, her large body shaking as she covered her face with her hands. I sit there, waiting for tears to come, but I'm completely numb. I can't feel anything as I grip the cold metal armrests until my knuckles feel white.

Mariah drags me out to the car, and I still can't feel anything. It's not until I fall on my bed, still stunned, that I crack. My parents are dead, I tell myself. I bury my face into the cushy pillow and cry and scream for a half hour. When I finally succeed in calming myself down, I hear Mariah talking to someone on the phone.

"Yes. Are you sure? Alright..." I hear her say.

She peeks into my room without knocking.

"You awake, Chloe-bear?" she asks, using the annoying nickname she calls me. I stay motionless.

"Oh, well. I'll just tell you now," she says, seeing through my asleep act, "You're going to be staying with your Aunt Carrie in New York City until we get all of this sorted out."

I stay still and do not reply. I hear Mariah sigh and leave the room. From Minnesota to New York? I ponder this for a few minutes. Then, I curl into a ball and fall asleep without turning off the lights or changing into my pajamas.

Leo: That was sad.

Me: You'resad.

Raph: Ooooh, burn.

Me: **scowls** Whatcha listening to now, Raph.

Raph: Amnesia. **says without thinking, claps a hand over his mouth**

Me: **giggles** Don't worry, we all love 5sos.

Mikey: What about 1D?

Me: Pshhh

Donnie: Well then.

Me: **grins innocently** Sooo, reviews would be nice ;)