It begins

CHAPTER ONE

(In the Year, 2018)

So I am Emilia Sanchez, and my life with eight superstars only lasted for a year, the final year of high school. But it was worth it.

 And if you've ever been crazy about your superstar idol, you'd perfectly understand what it was like to be in my shoes. 

 I was, let's say, a very ordinary teenager with family problems. No month pass by without my mom and dad quarrelling.

 I was getting used to it as I knew families that quarreled weekly. But things got worse one week and my mom picked on everything my dad did.

 My mom was someone really picky as she was a perfectionist but she never imposed on her family like that. 

 Dad was also oddly impatient with her and would hit her anytime he gets. It was beyond their usual quarrels, and I perceived a divorce coming. 

 On a wicked day, full of rain fall and an awful headache, my mom announced to me that she'd be moving out of our state to somewhere at Chicago. 

 I didn't take her seriously as I never expected her conflict with my dad to get to such level already. 

 "Mom, you fight with dad everyday. Can you two just work it out?" I begged her. But she was resolute and was giving me a choice to pick her or my dad. 

 My dad was a very violent person but he was never like that to me. I never liked the fact that he was like that to my mom either. 

 He just took his frustration on her and she was his bone of bone, if that made sense. 

 Long story short, I decided to follow my mom, to Chicago. 

 My dad had literally pushed me away from him when I told him I'd be leaving with mom if he didn't settle. I cried. I wasn't that important to him. 

Changing cities wasn't something we, the Sanchez family, did often so packing was hard for me. 

 I took two-third of my belongings and left the rest at my dad's disposal. It was a hard moment and I hoped to leave my traces behind. 

 Majority of my luggage were my music albums, I had a good collection of Twice, Ada Ehi, Exo and much more than the rest, Stray Kids. 

 We went to Queens first to see my Aunt. And I had to say I really was liking the environment.

 Also it was home to the fictional Marvel character Spiderman. Made me double excited. 

 I hoped my Aunt would somehow convince my mom to stay back with my dad but she looked like she was the one pushing her ahead with the divorce. 

 We arrived at our small apartment at Chicago. My room looked comfy and neat. I wanted to talk about things with my mom.

 On how she literally just separated me from my father. And how clueless I am of her reason but she wasn't in the mood to talk and said only that I should prepare for school the next Monday. 

 So, I spent most of my weekends buying supplies. Shoes, cos I left a hood number at home with my dad. And cool clothes I could wear. 

 I was in Chicago, I shouldn't dress like the farm girl I used to be back in my tiny town. 

 I was nervous about school, but then I've always been. I only promised myself to make sure no one sees my nervousness or I'll become as insignificant as I was back in my town. 

 I pushed back thoughts of my mom and dad's separating. Somehow I knew it wouldn't work out. It wasn't so easy to throw away eighteen years of marriage, was it? 

 I went to a salon to have my hair styled. It was a Sunday so everyone was calm. 

 I checked all my favorite artists fan pages for the latest info on them. 

 My lovely OT9, Twice, had just had a comeback. Everyone was talking about it. Of course, I had the album already. 

 I immediately checked out the latest boy group JYPE had debuted, Stray Kids. I already had all their albums till date. 

 This was one group I was starting their journey with. They inspired me. 

 I was around their age so it was a big step for me to see them take up huge and scary dreams like this. We all know media is never a friend to anyone. 

 "Oh my, Stray Kids? You Stan Stray Kids?" the stylist had asked. 

 She had an Aussie accent so I turned to smile at her with big eyes. I always had that reaction whenever I heard the Aussie accent. 

 "Yeahh! Till the last step out! Are you a Stay?!" I was becoming excited. 

 Well, it seemed the boys were already dominating parts of America with just less than a hear since debut. 

 And the stylist just became my favorite stylist around.

 I went back home, did some exercise, recited my lines I'd use of my classmates to make friends and went in early. 

 Of course not without playing 'Hellevator by Stray Kids'. It made me sleep. Can't explain why.