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Mitchie sat down on the swing at the abandoned playground. In the distance, she could hear screaming, no doubt the crazy fan girls. She sighed and set her guitar on the ground. She didn't get why people went so crazy over celebrities. They were just normal people too. It's not like they were some different race.
The elementary school was completely deserted. It had always looked happy and inviting the past summers; now it looked gray and uninviting. The sun was still shining, and it was still a beautiful, cloudless day, but Mitchie was the only one not pining over some hot shot pop star who she didn't even have a chance with. She used to, but she didn't now.
The lone girl kicked off her shoes and pushed the swing backwards with her toes. She loved going barefoot, feeling the rough wood chips beneath her feet. She swung her feet back and forth, prompting the swing higher and higher. The breeze felt good on her face, and she closed her eyes. It felt like she was flying, flying high above everything else. A smile broke out across her face, and she felt her hair whip backwards. She loved the weightless feeling swinging gave her.
"You were right," a voice said. "I shouldn't have gone that way." The girl opened her eyes, and none other than Shane the pop star was standing there. His hair was messed up, and his shirt was covered in dirt, and Mitchie couldn't help but laugh.
"You look so ridiculous," she said. She dragged her feet against the ground, and Shane winced.
"Doesn't that hurt?" he asked
"What?"
"Dragging you feet against wood chips."
"Not really," Mitchie said. "Come on, we don't live far from here." Shane followed the girl, and noticed she didn't have her shoes on. He shook his head, and kept his pace even with her, his guitar banging against his shins.
"How did you escape?" she asked after a little while.
"I dove into the bushes when I was far enough ahead," he said.
"Nice," she commented.
"I thought you said you didn't live far," Shane complained.
"I don't," she said. "I live right across that road." She walked barefoot into the middle of the street, even though it had to be burning hot. She pointed to a white house.
"That's your aunt and uncle's house," she said.
"Thanks," he said. "Bye Michelle." He entered the house, and Mitchie went to her house next door.
"I'm home!" she announced. "And bored out of my mind!"
"There you are, honey," her mom said. "Where were you?"
"At the school," Mitchie said.
"Who was that boy you were with?" Her mom smirked.
"Mom!" Mitchie rolled her eyes and blushed.
"Do you like him? Who is he?"
"I hate him," Mitchie said, setting her guitar on the floor near the dining room table.
"Who is he?" her mom prompted again.
"Shane Gray. No explanation needed," she said.
"Oh, well that explains things," Connie said. "I'm sorry honey."
"It's okay," she said. "I can avoid him for the summer. It's not that hard." The doorbell rang, and Mitchie ran to answer it. Just as the doorbell rang again, Mitchie pulled open the door. Shane was standing there, finger still on the button.
"Uh, hi?" Mitchie said.
"Hi, my uncle said to come over here and ask if you could show me around," Shane explained.
"But don't you already know the place?"
"Yeah, but my uncle seems to think I don't. So what do you say?"
"She says yes," a different voice said.
"Dylan! Get out of here!" Mitchie screamed. She chased him away, leaving a very confused Shane at the door.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said to no one in particular, then left.