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Chapter 1
“Why do I have to go?!” I asked my mom furiously, stomping my feet and shaking my head.
“Because your father hasn’t seen you in three years, Jayde! At least you’re having a friend go with you! Be happy with that!” She screamed, walking out of the house.
I was having to fly from North Carolina to California with my friend Ryan to visit my dad for the entire summer. I hate having to go there, I don’t fit in with anyone there, and everything is so huge and expensive. I mean, just because my dad has money doesn’t mean I do! The state is just not for me. It is the definition of skinny girls with tans in bikinis, and that will never be me.
The only reason I’m not crying and rocking back and forth in the corner of my bedroom right now is because Ryan is going, the only highlight of it.
Now, before you get any ideas, no, we are not attracted to each other. I am totally and completely straight, and he is as straight as my hair. Which is very curly…
Ryan and I are leaving in three days, and I’m already freaking out. Thousands of miles away from anything I have ever grown used to for three months, is that not terrifying?
“And I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’.
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’.”
My phone rang, sending John Mayer’s version of “Free Fallin’” through the room.
“Hello?” I answered, not reading the caller I.D.
“Jayde!” Ryan exclaimed.
“Um, yes?” I asked, completely unaware of where his newfound excitement came from.
“You’ll never guess what I just found out! THE One Direction is coming to L.A. the very same week we are!” He squealed into the phone.
“Forrealzies?” I asked, being silly. He yelled a loud yes, and started listing off thousands of ways he could find Harry and do… things… to him. Like I said. Straight as a circle.
“Ryan, I’d love to fangirl with you, but I have to finish this essay to turn in tomorrow before break. I just can’t believe Mrs. Stevenson is even making us write a paper right before break, let alone why it must be about music. Like, what, no teenager in the world knows what music is or what they’re favorite artist is. What’s the point? You already know who I wrote about anyways.” I blabbered, not caring.
“Jayde, it is Music History… Who did you write about though? John Mayer, Coldplay, The Script, The Fray, Bon Iver, Ed Sheeran, Oasis, Mission Hill, Parachute, just who? You are so hard to guess these days…” He listed off most of my favorite artists.
“All of them, Ryan! Plus more, but whatever. I gotta go! See you in second period tomorrow!” I called, then hung up. Putting on Pandora, “Almost Lover” by A Fine Frenzy came on, and I instantly began singing along.
“Should have known you’d bring me heartache, almost lovers always do…”
So, in conclusion, the listed artists have changed my life dramatically, whether sad, happy, or whatever the emotion, I always listen to them. Most think of me as an “old soul”, when really, the music these days is pointless and has no true emotion.
