Tuesday, 21 August 2007
12:11:03 PM (GMT)
"Alessiandria Felix Moon, 18, singer, rock star and heir to her father's business."
Seth pointed, to a picture of a really pretty girl.
"She's rich then?" I asked.
"Fave singer, Hannah Montana, Fave t.v show Full House and Yin! Yang! Yo!"
"I can relate." I mumbled, secretly I watched it all the time, no one knew.
"Fave actress, Ashley Olsen."
"Let me guess, she's a friend of them." I suggested.
"Fave food, Chocolate."
"But I look nothing like her."
"Oh, Chika, Chika, Chika, Chika. You ARE her."
"We aren't magic for no reason." Seth moved his hands closer to eather other and a
green ball appered, as he moved his hands further away the ball grew.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Transform you." He paused, cleared his throat. "Monique."
"Her fave colour is pink, so, for all the time you're Aless, you wear pink."
"Eew, I hate pink!"
"I know, but live with it!"
"Wow." Seth gasped. I came out of the toilets, I was wearing the cutest dress and a
"Alessiandria Moon, say cheese." A reporter's camera flashed. Suddenly everyone
turned my way, getting their phones out and taking pictures.
"Guys, I can't sing."
"Yes you can." I hid myself from the huge mob at the airport.
"When's the flight."
"When ever you want. Aless." Seth laughed.
"What!?" I smiled. "Private jet?" I shrieked. "I love being famous!"
"All right, superstar, at least you're famous for all the right reasons unlike Paris
Hilton!" Monique giggled. She nugded me and I wrote autographs.
"Dave, I've got her." Leena said to her watch...