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This is the beginning of my new book, working on the second chapter right now, but I don’t know if its good, anyways, read this and PLEASE tell me if your interested to read on. And also, please tell me if there are mistakes, so I can fix them thanks!

Music started blasting from the radio causing a sixteen year old girl to groan and roll to her side, mentally glaring at the radio alarm clock. Her hand fumbled for the snooze button, she finally found it and hit it with all her might, before smiling slightly and snuggling into her purple duvet, sighing happily. Unfortunately for her, she unwillingly decided to peek at the time just so she could see just how long she could snooze till breakfast. When she saw the time, her blue eyes popped open, before screeching at the site. She instantly jumped up and ran to her bathroom, slamming the door closed. She quickly undressed and took a quick shower, seeing as she only had an hour to get ready for school. 

She sighed as she wrapped a towel around her slim body, looking into the mirror at her damp blonde hair and radiant blue eyes. She just smiled slightly before changing.

Twenty minutes later, that same girl was in front of her bathroom mirror, in a tank top, and skinny jeans. But, her hair was dry and in a messy bun as she applied her make up. Now, she wasn’t necessarily a girly girl, although she wasn’t a tom boy either. She liked make up, but not too much. In fact, she didn’t even need it. She only wore it to bring out some glow. Smiling, she put her blush back into her make up bag and took out her mascara, not noticing the new figure in her doorway.

"Hey, Andi, Mom told me to come get you for breakfast." The figure told her, leaning against the doorway of his older sister’s bathroom, and watching amused as her smile turned into a glare, gripping the mascara tube with her left hand, and reaching for the blue Kleenex box next to the sink, right before swerving around to face her nosy younger brother.

"Dylan! I could’ve been naked what the hell is wrong with you!?" Andi yelled, about ready to hurl the box at the snickering 13 year old boy. 

Dylan stopped laughing and smirked. "Well, you’re dressed. I did nothing wrong." His eyes widened when he saw the Kleenex box flying at him. He immediately ducked, making the box fly past him, and hit the wall in Andi’s room, where she kept all her pictures. Thankfully, nothing broke or fell down. He breathed a sigh of relief that it didn’t hit him and turned back around, now facing his angry sister, who was crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the floor. 

"Get OUT!" Andi yelled. Andi wasn’t a snob, at all. Her and Dylan actually got along, but when he annoyed her, he really really annoyed her, making her want to hurl a rock at his head. But, she knew that if she did, her parents would ground her and wouldn’t let her go on the school trip to Aspen on Friday. And who would want that? Certainly not her. 

That would mean she wouldn’t get to go skiing with her long time crush, Brandon James, on Saturday! Which would mean, he wouldn’t fall in love with her (thanks to her awesome skiing skills), then he wouldn’t marry her, they wouldn’t move to Malibu, she wouldn’t become a famous dancer, her and Brandon wouldn’t have the cutest kids in the world, and they wouldn’t get to grow old together all because she threw a measly rock at her little brother! That would just be the end of the world. At least, in her eyes. Also, she couldn’t spend two whole parent free weeks, every teenagers dream, if she stayed in Virginia. No, Kleenex boxes were good for now, thank you. 

What do you think? Do you want to read more or should I just stop it?

The plot is:

A 16 year old girl, Andi Benson, goes on a school trip to aspen, thinking it would be normal and stuff, but then she meets Mackenzie Evans, her twin sister, who is a pop star and is on tour in Aspen, but Andi never heard of her which is why she’s shocked, so, Mackenzie wants to know how it feels to be a normal girl for once, and Andi wants to know what it feels to be a pop star. They both know that they’re adopted, but don’t know who their parents are, and while they were walking through a storm, they decide to take cover in which they think is an abandoned house, alone, which is their parents vacation house, and without knowing, their parents come to the house and they meet them, but then the girls have to make a decision, to stay with their adoptive parents, or live with their real parents. Oh, and they discover that Andi’s enemy, Brooke, is their little sister.

PLEASE tell me what you think!
Okay, first, their parents DON’T live in Aspen, they live in Virginia, where Andi lives. But Mackenzie doesn’t, which means she has a bigger choice to make. And, The title, is Superstar Sister. But if you have any suggestions on the title, please say them! I’m still thinking over the name I might change it,

‘Beep. Beep. Beep.’ I rolled over and glared at my alarm clock. Sighing, I slid out of my warm, inviting bed, knowing Dad would be pissed if I didn’t. I glanced at the glowing red numbers as I hit the snooze button, 5: 58. Oh. Shit. Dad will be expecting me in three minutes. Fuck. I threw on the first thing my fingers touched out of my dresser, and shoved on my black Converse. I twisted my black, waist length, hair into a sloppy braid, and darted out my bedroom door. I flew down the stairs, and stopped just in time to save myself from crashing into Dad’s hard, muscular chest.
“ Carman,” He started in his thick French accented voice. “ Barely.” He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
“ I’m sorry, Father.” I apologized. “ I woke late, it wont happen again.” He sighed.
“ Carman.” He said . Then paused thinking. “ Do you know the mythical meaning to that name?” He asked, out of the blue.
“ No.” I answered. Not sure of where the subject was heading.
“ The Celtic Goddess of Destructive Magic.” I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “ It is said that Carman was warrior-woman and sorceress from Athens, the capital, and largest city for that matter, in Greece. She, along with her three sons, Dub, Dother, and Dien, other wise known as ‘black’, ‘evil’, and ‘violence’, set off to invade Ireland. She used her magic to destroy all the fruit of Ireland. Four of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Crichinbel, Lug, Bé Chuille and Aoi challenged Carman and her three sons. Her sons were forced to leave Ireland, while she was locked away. She died of longing and was buried in Wexford among oak trees.” He finished up.
I looked up at him, waiting for him to explain why the hell I needed to know this. I love to hear about this stuff from Dad, altho I can’t understand half of the words out of his mouth. Dads a teacher at school. Yes, my school. It can be a pain….but it does have its benefits.

I dont really know how many people would stick to it after i got into the Mythical stuff…..I happen to love it, but i would like another persons opion please?

This is the beginning and the first introduction of the first character.

A ray of light slowly crawled on Miller Lane. Birds flew swiftly in the air and the blue velvety sky started to reappear again. Thick fumble of smoke started to be cough out of the chimneys, and in a distance the roaring of the cars echoed.

In one of the bedroom windows, an average tall, medium sized girl was lying on her back in her bed. Her skin was so flawless and luminous, that it glistened as the light touched her skin.

(Ring… Ring)

Without thinking, she quickly grabbed the alarm clock and hit the snooze button.

She turned on her side,"Why do I have to go," she groaned.

Then a soft voice buzzed from the other room.

"It’s morning honey. Come have your breakfast."
"Yeah. Two more minutes," she shouted weakly.
"Honey, you’re gonna be late."
"Yeah yeah I know."

Few more minutes later she got up and went to have her breakfast.
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I hear a high-pitched buzzing sound that pierces my dreams and shatters my sleep. My hand flies to the bedside table and I slam my hand down on the snooze button of my alarm clock. The sound cuts off short, and I rest my arm back on my bed. I hate alarm clocks, but they are something I need to wake up in the mornings. Not able to find the energy to open my eye-lids, I allow myself an extra few minutes of rest to think about the day to come. What if something good happens or something bad? I often find myself wondering about these life changing ‘ifs’. They seem small, but in reality, just one of these ‘ifs’ can change your life.

I awoke again to the constant beating of my alarm clock. As I rolled over to hit the Snooze button again, I realized it was Monday and took out my frustration by grabbing the clock cord and yanking it from it’s socket.

It’s seven in the morning, my alarm clock is beeping continuously. "I hate Mondays", i thought to myself as i threw the alarm clock across the room. It fell to the floor with a loud thump. I didn’t care if it broke, it was a stupid alarm clock anyway.

At 7:00AM I awoke to the roaring buzz of my seemingly posessed alarm clock. I hate Mondays. As this thought went through my head my hand slapped the top of the clock, sending it flying across the room, only to shatter into a pile of previously broken alarm clocks."

I could hear the "beep" of the alarm go off consecutively 3 times, as my eyes widened to see the popcorn of the ceiling. Monday’s were always horrid to think about especially when it was one, I thought to myself as I fanned across now to the clock. "Dam", i thought when the numbers flashed 6:52. I was getting a late start /again/. I rolled over and let sheets tangle and gather at my ankles, then thinking about how to free myself from the off-white, 600 count bed spread that seemed to consume my whole body now

Beep… Beep… Beep…
Monday, 7:00 a.m.
As usual, anxiety and anger join forces to tighten every muscle in my body. Today’s victim? The alarm clock—when I smack it off the end table into the corner.

well first off. my bed is like 4.5 feet off the ground. huge, but keep that in mind.

i set my regular alarm clock which is all the way across the room, and i also set 2 alarms on my cell phone. i will get out of my huge bed to hit the snooze button and climb back up to go back to sleep.. i do this sometimes for 2 hours before i actually get up!!

any ideas besides the stupid flying alarm clock, runaway clock, or sonic boom clock? ive already seen those… THANKS!

What was I possibly thinking? That I could pull off being sick, when I resented the idea of sticking my two fingers down my throat? That I would not have to go to school today, simply because I did not feel like it? I finally managed to get up and walked all the way to other side of the room merely to press the snooze button and stumble back onto the inviting blue sheets that were halfway on the floor leaving half on the bed.
The alarm rang again, correction- Beeped again.
I slowly got up, stomping my feet in utter aggravation. I was in no rush to go to school but I had no choice. I could just see this particular scene being in some teen comedy. I could imagine it already; I was just as insignificant as any other 14 year old teenager out there. It was all so cliché, so expected from your average American teenager.
I finally gave up at the repeating and may I add annoying line of BEEEEEEEPS.
If only my mother had been here to wake me up.
I stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to configure the cracks into shapes. Well this was definitely a waste of time. I glanced at my alarm clock one more time, 7:30. No doubt about it, I was going to be late. So why not go? I grinned at the thought, then grinned again at the fact I grinned at my own thought. It suddenly seemed like I was talking to myself. Am I crazy? I looked in the mirror,
“Yup, I’m definitely crazy”
“Your average psychopath” I added…to myself.
I gently touched my incredibly tangled hair and I headed downstairs only to discover the same thing. My breakfast was on the table with a little note next to the tray that was contained an omelet, a croissant, a orange, a glass of milk and a bowl of cereal. I plopped myself down on the couch and grabbed the remote only to discover the only things that were on were toddler shows, ”educational “programming and occasional sham wow infomercials. SHAMWOW! IT’S A TOWEL, IT’S A PAPER TOWEL, IT’S A SPONGE!
I grabbed the note, glanced at it and threw it on the table. It had the usual line. “Have a good day”, how creative was she. She could of at least said make good choices, or have fun, or some crap a regular mom would say, but that was all it said in a simple, neat, fine print with even a capitalized “G” and a period at the end.

It was 1:45 as I woke up from my incredibly long and dreamless nap. I realized my phone was vibrating making my dresser rattle. I picked it up and wondered who would be calling during school hours. It was owen, of course. I laughed at my recent curiosity.
“Hello Owen” attempting my best to sound sick
“Don’t hello owen me!” he mocked my tone of voice.
I paused for a while trying to make sense of what he said.
“let me guess, you’re sick….again.”
“Um. No. I… have a holiday today that’s really crucial to my religion” I replyed trying to sound as serious as possible.
“Last time I checked you weren’t sure what religion you were” he said matter-a-factly.
I smiled and let out a short laugh.
“Where are you calling from anyway?” I added in my regular voice dropping the sick act.
“Lunch, and the periods almost over”
“Okay fine. Go.”
“Whatever, ill drop in later”
“kay”
I hung up the phone and wished I had went to school, I spent the rest of the time sitting on the couch waiting for Owen like the pathetic person I am.
It finally reached 3 and Owen lightly knocked my door. I proceeded to get and it and was unreservedly surprised when I discovered he had cut his hair. The long blonde shoulder length silky straight hair was now cut into a chin length side bang sorta thing.
I lifted by eyebrows.
“I’m impressed”
He rolls his eyes and ran his hand through is thin hair.
“Hello Candice”
“Yah, whatever” I said as if I was not amused. Owen was…Different. His personality out ruled his looks. He was your typical American, blonde with sea blue eyes , nothing unique. His personality on the other hand was what caused us to be best friends in the first place. He thought deeper about things, looked at the simplest situation from a million deferent perspectives. He was incredibly smart but only when he wanted to be. At other times, he amazes me at how dumb he can seem.
He grabbed the Wii, and headed toward the fridge. My home was his home, his home was supposedly my home too but it never intrigued me to go to his house, let alone make myself at home. I heard him open a can of coke and closed the fridge. He saw me struggling to find out how to work the wii and came over with his “I know what to do” look. I grinned and backed away. This was one of the times where I underestimated him, but he proved me wrong when he got it working 5 seconds later.
We spent a while playing tennis and betting who would get a better score each time. I was just about to lose again when he suddenly paused.
“Hey Candice, can I ask you something?”
I glanced at him wanting to laugh at his sudden seriousness but stopped myself enough to nod.
“Do you think I’m…peculiar?”
“ I lifted my eyeb
rest- “ I lifted my eyebrow, you mean as in weird?”I corrected him.
“Yah” he said as he rolled his eyes
“Of course you are”
He seemed upset and took a small sigh and continued playing.
“Are you seriously not taking that as a compliment?” I asked.
He grinned and glanced at the Rolex I had gotten him for his birthday last year.
“Damn, I got to go.”
“Homework” he added as he grabbed his bag.
“You could do it here, you could show me what we had today too”
He gulped.
“No, I’m going to go, my mom also wants me to help…do stuff”
I tried not to show curiosity at his unusual mysteriousness.
“Bye, are you going to come over later?” I said calmly showing no sign of emotion.
He paused for a second as if he was thinking about something.
“Are you?” I repeated slightly louder.
“Huh? Oh yah sure” he said as if I brought him out of some daze he was in. I regretted doing that, Owen was so easy to read sometimes but at others, he was so complex and so deep in thought it was impossible to figure him out
lol sorry its long but plz give me advice and tell me what u think