《Too Late - a Jenzie Story》Chapter 5 - from the inside
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Chapter 5 : from the inside
It was a Saturday and Johnny decided to go to the tree again because she can't be there on the weekends too, right? He ran to the tree and put on Youtube. He searched on the recommended section and his song he sang with Kenzie came up! Surprised, he pressed on it to see how many views it had.
''1 million views!'' Johnny screamed at the top of his lungs. He got up and started to do a celebratory dance when Kenzie opened her window and saw Johnny. She dashed downstairs to see him.
''Why are you so happy?'' Kenzie asked from behind the door.
Our VIDEO GOT 1 MILLION VIEWS" Johnny shouted. They both ran to each other and gave each other a chest pump.
''Why were you so mad yesterday?'' Kenzie asked.
Then Johnny remembered that night.He met 'Boring Brandon'' and his mood just changed. But he new he couldn't ruin his friendship with his only friend so he lied.
''Oh probably just hormones''Johnny laughed, lying. Kenzie burst out laughing. He was dying inside.
''Kenzie, who's this?'' her mum said, getting in the car.
''Oh this is Johnny, the boy I was talking about'' Kenzie whispered.
''Oh!''her mum said.
''Are you coming?'' Kenzie asked Johnny.
''Sure''Johnny bellowed. Kenzie got in the car.
''Where are we going?'' Asked Johnny. He got in the car anyway, and Kenzie, him and her mum drove off. They played music in the car, singing along to every word. In as quick as a flash they were there. Johnny jumped out the car surprised to see the carpenter recording studio!
"What are we doing here?" Johnny asked.
"Wanna record a song?'' Kenzie answered. Johnny's face lit up and huge smile slid across his face. They both dashed inside with Kenzie's mum trailing behind. A tall, thin man stopped them in there tracks.
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"Are you to Mackenzie Ziegler and Johnny Orlando?" He asked.
"Yes" they said. The man nodded and led them and her mum to a recording studio. An luminous light greeted them as the waled into the recording studio.
A pot - bellied man was sitting in the corner of the room, a bunch of machines and amps in front of him.
"So, what do you want to record today, Day and Night was it?" he asked. They nodded, elatedly. They both stepped into the recording studio and began to record. After a while they had finished and burst out the building with joy.
"What did we record that for anyway?" Johnny asked.
"You had no idea!" Kenzie replied.
"It was for our music video"
"MUSIC VIDEO?"
They both started jumping up and down with excitement. They quickly nipped off into the car into the car and drove home. When they got home, it was dark, almost too dark, and Johnny was afraid his parents were home. He waved goodbye to Mackenzie and started to walk down the road back home when a small group of girls started chasing after him. He was a pretty fast runner, but the girls soon caught up.
"Can I have a picture with you?" The girls screamed.
"Sure?" Johnny said, vexed. They took selfies and then skipped off.
"Why would they want pictures with me?" he wondered.
He turned round to the front door to see his parents standing on the door step. He froze.
"Come in, Johnny Vincent Orlando" his Dad Dale exclaimed.
Johnny enter the house, his parents following. They all went into the sitting room and sat down at the table.
"We got a call from the school this morning saying that you hadn't been in school for two days, what is going on"His mum asked.
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"Mum, Dad, I am being bullied" Johnny whispered.
"By who?" his mum cried.
"Hayden Summerall" Johnny answered.
"Lets not talk about the bullying right now, we need to know where you where since you weren't at school" Dale bellowed.
"I think I have to show you something" Johnny cried. He took the laptop from the table and typed in "Day and Night".
"Day and Night?, what has that got to do with anything?" Dale yelled.
"Just watch" Johnny said. 'He pressed on the video.
"Thats-thats you!"his mum screeched. Johnny nodded.
"Your voice is amazing!, and so is the girl.Who is she, is she from your school?" his Dad asked. Johnny choked. He couldn't speak, but he had to tell them.
"Mum, Dad, I don't like school, in fact I hate it. So every morning a wake up at 3 am, as it gives me time to clear my head.
"Get to the point!" Dale screamed.
"Well, one day, I went outside, only to see a girl by a tree. She saw me, so I tried to run back home. Only, I tripped and went flying head first into the tree she was sitting underneath. She helped me up from the ground, and ever since then we've been great friends.
"Thats not the point JOHNNY! Where have you been all this time if you weren't at school?"Dale shouted.
"With-with Kenzie, she's homeschooled so I went round her house and we played some guitar, and then she requested putting a song on YouTube"Johnny said.
"Well how did you get that video up, with such good music and recording?"Dale asked.
"Well, I wrote the song and-"
"You WROTE it?, Johnny you're a star"his mum cried, giving Johnny a hug. Johnny felt a sigh of relief.
"But, what were those girls doing outside our house, asking for selfies?" his dad asked.
"Well, the video got 1 million views-"
"1 million?" His mum screeched.
"Yes"Johnny answered.
"You're gonna be famous one day!"his mum cried.
"Now get to bed"Dale said. Johnny crawled up the stairs to bed.
"Oh, and we'll see if you can have homeschooling with Kenzie instead, where does she live?" Dale asked.
"Just opposite"Johnny yelled from the top of the stairs. Johnny crept into bed and happily went to sleep.
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