Katwoman12

”..Adam.. ..Wake up..” My mom’s voice started breaking into my dream and I groaned, opening one of my eyes only to see her standing there, next to my bed in the dim room. And the tiny sound seemed to be enough of an answer for her. “Get up. Your school starts in 30 minutes.” She said sternly, with her hands on her hips. “No.. I’m sick. I can’t go..” I mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around me. “You can’t be sick all the time! Get up and get your ass downstairs. If you’re not there in 5 minutes, I’m gonna come back up and dump a bucket of water on you.”

Chapter 1: Rewritten Focus on the notes. It must've been the thrill of the stage, or the booming voice of the announcer. Or maybe it was the sweat trickling down the side of my neck or even my pounding heart. All I could focus on was the fact that the entire world was going to be watching me and if I screwed up, the entire world would hear me. My hands were trembling as I pressed each and every key down a little too hard, earning an unnecessary forte from each note. I saw a blur of white-and-purple hair and blazing green eyes and a feeling of dread settled deep in my stomach. I felt that gaze of death drag away from my frame and the notes

Chapter 2: Rewritten As soon as we stepped outside, cameras were shoved in our faces, microphones dangling in the open air above our heads. I kept my gaze low, my face flushing as constant prompting about the kiss was heard in all directions. Please, anything but that. I wasn't even sure what to think, and I sure as hell wasn't ready to open my mouth to the media. I noticed Adam's broad shoulders in front of me. He looked taller, and not because of his boots or even his high confidence, but he seemed possessive. As if he was ready to lash out at anyone that came near me, and I swallowed dryly, weakly reaching forward and clenching the back

Chapter 3: Rewritten I can't tell you what my thoughts were when I woke up. I felt automatic, a yawn stretching my mouth open and my back arching in a stretch. I swung my feet out of bed, my eyes hazy and mind foggy. Blindly, I wandered out of the bedroom and to the bathroom, where I came face-to-face with my shirtless self. My hair was sticking up in random directions, eyes blurry with groggy tears. I rubbed the small of my back, internally complaining on how it hurt- must've slept on it funny- and I slowly started to focus on some marks lining my neck... and collarbone... and chest. I stumbled backwards, slipping on the bathroom mat and