Ghost  of  a  Superstar.
Chapter 1

My name is Serena Miller. I'm just an average teenage girl, trying to find her place in this messed up world. I have dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and the usual sort-of-but-not-really tan on my 5'7 tall figure. I also have a family that you would expect. A mother, a father, and a sister. My mother is the one that works though, my father staying at home and doing pratically nothing. He used to have some sort of job when I was younger, but I don't really remember how he left or even what the job was. I have a best friend- well, let me refraise that. I had a best friend. His name was Matt. He was my best friend ever since we were pratically born. But then-

"Serena!"
I heard my sister yell up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes?"
"Devon seems to be recovering!" I sighed, rolling my eyes, and lifted my pencil to write some more.

My sister is just nineteen year old. She lives at home because she doesn't want to spend a lot of money buying an apartment at the collage that was only about a ten minute drive from our house. But, she is obsessed with the seventeen year old popstar, Devon Cole. He is known all around the world, like Justin Bieber or One Direction. He is my age, which is two years younger than her. But it doesn't really matter I guess. Probably a lot of his 24 million fans on Twitter are older or a lot younger than him. But personally, I don't really care for his music. Some of his songs are ok, but I'm not in love with him or anything. But aparently, he got in an accident and now he was at the hospital. My sister is sitting in front of the television, waiting for each piece of news about him to be released. She also has the sence that I need to know also.

"Serena!"
She yelled backed up to me, and I could tell by the tone of her voice she was panicking.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

I have already told her four times that Devon would be fine, just so she could have a moment of peace. But if he died... I wouldn't know what to say. I've had people die that were close to me before, and no one really knows what to say then, or ever.

I shut my journal just as I heard a cry come from down stairs.
"One of the biggest stars in history, Devon Cole, is offically pronounced dead."
The news lady on the television screen seemed depressed as she read the words off of the piece of paper in front of her. My sister was sitting on the couch and bawling, ocasionally blowing her nose in a tissue or muttering words to herself. Missy probably had to be one of the biggest Devon Cole fans I've ever known. His face was plastered all over her walls, his perky smile the same in almost every one.
"The talented teen got in a car accient three days ago after his concert in Los Angeles, and was in critical condition until he passed away this morning at 9:32 am."
The woman continued to give details about what happened, which only caused my sister to sob more. I stood behind the couch by the door caiously, making sure not to disturp Missy. I just stood there and watched her blonde ponytail swish around as she shook her head back and forth, trying not to believe what she was hearing. I watched as her manicure nailed finger dragged across her face as she wiped her sea blue eyes clean of tears, but only more fell.
"Missy..."
Missy whipped around to look at me, and I took a step back in surprise of how she acually looked. Her eyes were bloodshot and red from all the crying, her face was scrunched up like she was smelling something bad.
"S-serena, Dev-von is de-ead!"
Her voice was choked up, and I could see that it was hard for her to open her mouth and let the words out.
"I see that."
"Ar-rn't you j-just dying in-nside?"
She was heaving now, her back curving and then straightening, and I shrugged in reponse. Yeah, I guess it was sad that Devon Cole died, but I had more inportant things to moarn for right then. She glared at me, her smeared makeup still slowly running down her face.
"Y-you have no s-soul."
She turned back to the television where they were showing clips of Devon singing in concert. I watched for a minute, listening to him performing in front of a sellout crowd of girls squealing and singing their hearts out along with him. I shook my head and shuffled into the kitchen, opening the fridge to rummage for food.
"Is Marissa still upset?"
My father was standing in the corner of the kitchen, flipping through a newspaper while sipping some coffee. Marissa was what Missy's real name was, but when I was a baby I couldn't pronounce it right. I would call her Sissy and Maissa, and then I just combined them to call her Missy. She didn't mind though, and now that was what everyone called her, besides my father.
"Honey, it's Devon. You know how much she loved him."
My mother walked into the kitchen and frowned at my father, her phone attached to her ear.
"No, Sheryl, not you. I was talking to Ed."
She rolled her eyes at me, switched her phone to the other ear, and walked back out. My mother was a bussiness woman, always talking to her co-workers. She pratically had her phone or pager in her hand every second of the day. My dad just nodded and flipped the page, continuing to read about some football game. I sighed loudly and shut the door to the fridge, my father only glancing up from the paper to lock his brown eyes with mine, then stared back down at the paper. I rolled my eyes and walked up the stairs up to my room, where I came face to face with Devon Cole.
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