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Hello my chickies, GossipAnonymous here!

Let's look the Queen B Haley. Her first day back at LB High, and we are raving here what will happen. Post later on today!

Keeping you posted about the latest

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Alisha

I check my phone for any new gossip, but it was just a small notification to look out for he next major blog pst. Nothing exciting. I pull on my outfit, leggings and a top, both pieces made by mum obviously. I give her a kiss on the cheek while leaving, and grab an apple. I hear her tut but does nothing.

I put my earphones in and listen to a singer I don't usually listen to, but her latest album was so cool and deep and meaningful. The lift doors open and I walk out, almost walking into a figure.

"God. Sorry, I didn't see you there." I look up to see Johnny. He had brown hair, the kind that flopped into your eyes no matter what you did, and he had blue-grey eyes. He smiled.

"Don't worry. I should have been looking as well. Are you catching the school bus?" I nod.

"Don't bother. I'm taking my bike. I'll give you a lift." I nod, smiling.

"Ok. Give me a few minutes. I need to grab my school stuff in my room." And then he goes into the lift and the doors close.

I take a seat in the waiting room, and scroll through i********:. There were some pictures of my friends back in England, and it seemed that they had already forgotten about me. A pang of sadness crept into my gut, but I pushed it away. They will call anytime soon, maybe they're letting me get used to the jet lag first. But deep down, I knew that the goodbyes back at Frencham High School was the last time I would ever see them.

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Johnny

I open the door to my flat and grab my pre packed school bag. Alisha seemed nice, a bit ditzy but I guess she gets that from her mum. My phone pings and I check it.

Tom: Yo J! Band practise after schl. Be there..Or else :p

I quick send a reply and then stow the phone in my pocket. I pick up my helmet and a spare before going back into the lift. The time was 7.45. We had ages, maybe a stop at starbucks if we want.

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Alisha

The lift doors open and Johnny walks out, carrying his school bag and two motorbike helmets. He throws one to me and I catch it and put it on. If there was one thing I knew how to do more than fashion (and music), it was motorbikes. My dad has two, one fore him and one for me when I turned 15, even though I couldn't get a license until sixteen.

We walk out of the hotel towards a Harley Davidson that was parked in the parking area. We get on it and he starts the engine. I felt the soothing rumble and I hold onto Johnny so that don't fly off the bike when he starts to move.

About halfway Johnny starts to speak.

"Do you want a starbucks?!"

"Yes! Do we have time?!"

"If you know what you want!" I knew what I wanted, so we stopped at starbucks and ordered out drinks. I check the time, it was 8.00. We had half an hour. Why was I worrying so much?

"So tell me Alisha, why did you come to Little Brooklyn. According to your mum, you were going to a fashion school next year. Why move?" I shrug.

"I wanted to go to America, I never see mum. And she said she wanted a fresh look for ChicLine. And I offered to help."

"Nah. You don't look like the girl who would stay in an office and design clothes. You look more like the one wearing them, or maybe in music."

I smile.

"I play piano, and sing a little, but not in front of people." Johnny chokes on his coffee.

"You play piano? Seriously?" I nod.

"Cool. I'm in a band. We're called 'BrooklynSea' but usually we just say 'BS.' I laugh.

"Hey..that's not funny."

"It is," I manage to say in between my laughs. He smirks.

"Ok. It is a bit funny, it was Dan's idea to shorten it to BS. We kinda agreed on it cause Dan's the leader. He plays guitar. Then we have Tom, he does vocals. And..Billy, well...his name's actually William but he hates it- he plays bass. And I play drums. We need a pianist. Would you wanna audition? We have rehearsals after school today, maybe you would wanna swing by." I shrug.

"Maybe. I don't know."

"I'll give you a lift home?" I nod, "Coolio. I'll give you my number." He types it into my phone and I text him saying Hi. His phone pings in his pocket and he saves the number with my name.

After we finished our drinks, we got back on the bike and speed off to school.

We finally reach there and the time is 10 minutes past. Ages to find my classroom. I say good bye to Johnny who walks in the opposite direction. He said he was in class 22H, the H stood for History apparently. My room was 45E, E for English. so I could ask students where the english corridor was. I pat the shoulder of a girl in a small blue top and black leggings. she spins round and recognise her as Fiona Dipps, the popular girl mentioned in the GossipAnonymous Blog.

"Oh hey! You must be new here. I'm Fiona, welcome to LB High." I smile.

"Thanks Fiona. Hey , I was wondering, do you know where room 45E is?" I show her the piece of paper which was my timetable. She took it and peered at it.

"Well, new girl, you're in luck. You're in my form. You're gonna love it." She scans the rest of the paper.

"And you're in some of my classes too, like fashion design and music. We're like twins!" she squeals.

"You must meet my friends. They'll love you." I smile, I knew her friends, not physically, but more through the blog. I know it sounds creepy, but I may know her as though she were my twin.

We reach the classroom and in the far corner was a group of girls, all wearing the same style outfit - small skirt, maybe with ruffles, and a cropped top - and when they saw Fiona, they all said "Hii" in that weird voice you hear on American teen films.

"Everyone, this is, Gosh girl I didn't catch your name."

"Oh, my name is Alisha. Alisha Marie." There was a collective gasp throughout the group.

"Like the Katherine Marie? Founder of ChicLine? THE best clothing ever?" I nod.

"She's my mum." The girls all gasp and squeal, some shaking their heads in disbelief. Fiona leans in and whispers, "Told you they'd love you. But ChicLine? Really?" I nod. She beams. Jackpot, I was definitely going to be a popular girl.