I have finally found my inspiration, yes! It's music if you wanted to know. Okay, I have to go to school, which sucks so please review and all that, I've changed my icon for the tenth time, ha!

Summer.

It's time to do a photo shoot for the album; I had decided to call it Permanent Me, it was set be released around April time and the first single was out late January, I am seriously so excited. Dougie was coming with me to the shoot, he seemed as happy as me. Maybe because he was proud of me.

We entered and were immediately asked for coffees and/or hot chocolates, we both had a coffee, the main reason was, not because we were being polite but because we were massively tired.

After we settled down, a man with one of those proper photography cameras was slunged around his neck; he had a beanie over his blonde curls and chestnut eyes. He greeted Dougie and I, introducing us to the camera crew and the people who would be playing the music so I would be comfortable

"Hello Summer, I'm David, I'll be taking your photo shoot today, your clothes you'll need to change are in your dressing room, follow Victoria over there" The man pointed to a women with dyed red hair and green eyes, I nodded and he carried on telling me about my shoot "the outfit you'll wear first has the number 1 on it, and then you'll go through hair and make-up for 1 and half hours, we'll met her"

My first outfit was sparkly gold (not real gold, fabric) shorts, white under top and a sparkly gold waist coat and knee high converse with the same sparkly gold material that covered the rest of my outfit.

For the shoot my hair would be straight with layers, my make-up was black sparkly eye shadow, black/sliver eye liner and peachy coloured lip stick.

We've almost finished, just a one more outfit, did you know I've been through 6 outfits? Yeah, was dark by the time I was changing into a blue flowing dress. I was barefooted but I was wearing my socks underneath the dress. My hair was curled perfectly; seriously I could never have my curls like that, I had a small amount of make-up, just some blusher, mascara and light eye liner.

"I so tired" I sighed and leaned my head against the cool car window, yawning slightly.

"Sum, we promised the guys we'd visit them after the shoot, remember?" Dougie said, changing the song.

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough

But the tired atmosphere changed when we arrived at Danny's house. It was completely trashed.

"What happened here?" Dougie asked, putting his arm around my shoulder.

Danny looked angry and shoved a note into Dougie's hand and started to clear things up.

Dear Danny,

I see that Summer doesn't live with you, what kind of brother are you? Leaving her on her own or with someone? I will find her.

Your angry father.

Dougie looked absolutely fuming. He crumbled the note into pieces on the floor.

"He has no right to tell Danny what to do or even to trash your house!" Dougie helped Danny clear up.

I stood there, guilty. It was my fault that this place was trashed, if I never told anyone about my dad this wouldn't have happened, or maybe if I escaped quicker.

"Danny, is Charlie still in bed?" I asked Danny who was turning the couch back over with Dougie.

"Yeah, I've haven't checked on her in awhile because I've been cleaning" Danny said from the over side of the sofa.

"Ok" I walked up the stairs and into Danny and Charlie's room. But as I looked at the bed where Charlie would be sleeping, there was a note. I picked it up and read.

I know Summer would do anything for her best friend so I know if she went missing, you'd do anything for her, again. But I know where she is. Summer, you know where to go.

I stared at the note, I couldn't speak. My voice was replaced with sobs. He had taken my best friend. I knew exactly where to go. I couldn't control my tears. I gasped for air through sobs. What am I going to do? I have to save Charlie not just for me, but for Danny.

Adopted by the major I want my family back
People work hard just to get all their salary taxed
Look I'm just a writer from the ghetto like Malorie Blackman
Where the hell's all the sanity at, damn
I used to be the kid that no one cared about
That's why you have to keep screaming till they hear you out

Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the main
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way