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I wrote this fanfiction for $5. I ended up making $10.

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Today is the day that I am going to meet the boy I have been in love with for over a year, since he uploaded his video on Youtube in February last year about stopping bullying. I can’t wait until I can look into his beautiful brown orbs. I know his tweets can only be about me, his one true love. He is five foot six and the perfect height for me. That means I can stare at his perfectly aligned teeth for the whole five minutes I have with him, and I can look up at him as he raps the ABC’s to me.

Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is y/n. I’m just your average teenager and totally in love with Jacob Sartorius. Finally, my parents bought me tickets to MagCon in San Francisco, California, which is only thirty minutes away from my house. I have perfect hair that everybody loves and beautiful eyes that light up the room. My skin is so perfect that I never have to wear makeup. I am the epitome of beautiful. I know Jacob will love me.

I roll down the window of my mom’s car as she drives us nearer to our destination. I scream as I see the MagCon tour bus. Is it real? Am I actually going to meet Jacob Sartorius?

Hundreds of other teenage girls stand outside of the building. Stronger than what people assume, I knock them over to get to the front. A girl looks me in the eye and says, “What you think you’re doing, shortie?”

“Excuse me, I’m meeting my husband!” I snap back. I flip my hair over my shoulder and place a hand on my hip.

“Nice try, little girl,” she says, but I am too quick. I roundhouse kick her in the face and sway into the room, my beautiful legs accentuated by my short shorts. I don’t know how Jacob will be able to resist legs like mine.

The boys await me.  They all know that I am the girl they have been looking for their entire lives. Cameron Dallas’ eyes light up as he sees me strut into the room. My flowy, white top fits my body so wonderfully that even the bodyguards stare at me. They’re thirty years older than me. Everybody wants what they can’t have, and Jacob Sartorius wants me even though he can have me. The boys’ jaws drop as they see me. I walk past them and straight to Jacob.

“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” he says.

“I know,” I whisper. “Shh…” I place my finger to his lips and then pull it down to my side. I kiss him quickly, his chapped lips against mine. The dead skin of his lips is peeling off and nothing has ever felt this right.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, I love you,” he says. “But if we’re going to be together, I have to tell you my secret.”

“What, Jacob?” I ask. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Slowly, he pulls off his face. I scream. Jacob Sartorius is a chihuahua in a human costume! How could I ever love somebody who is a chihuahua? “Never!” I shout and walk away. Jacob yelps and runs out into the parking lot where he is trampled and killed by screaming fangirls.