This is me BOOK 3

Chapter 5 Up all night

My POV

I have to say that Wandas party was amazing. All the girls literally stayed up almost the whole weekend. Diane was the first to fall asleep at 4:00am Saturday morning. The rest of us girls drenched her with cold water, it was hysterical. At around 5:00 pm Saturday afternoon, we all took an hour power nap to be prepared for the rest of the night. We watched movies, had pillow fights, played truth or dare, listened to music, danced, played bored games, and ate every snack that Wanda had in her house.

Dad picked me up on Sunday morning around 11:00am, I was so tired. I had planned on going home and snuggling in my bed until supper time. I totally forgot that dad had a autograph session scheduled. He promised uncle Hunter months ago, that he would make an appearance for the wwe legends show. To promote the legend show, a few of the superstars were asked to sign autographs for the fans on a Sunday afternoon in the arena. Dad was one of those superstars.

I had to sit in the arena with thousands of fans screaming and chanting. My head was killing me. Normally I think it's cool to see all the people complimenting, and cherishing my father, but at that moment I was not in the mood. My eyes were burning from lack of sleep, my body was weak, and I was annoyed, because I remembered that I never did my homework on Friday after school like I was supposed to. I was so excited about going over to Wandas, that I didn't even think of my homework. Now I have to finish it when I get home instead of going to sleep.

After the autograph session my father had a meeting with talent relations(which I didn't know about). He had to discuss something about the legend show. I asked dad to drop me off at home before he went to the meeting, but of course he said no. He didn't know how long the meeting was going to take, and he doesn't want me home alone for any long periods of time. I not so nicely reminded him that I was almost 14. He reminded me that he was the one who could ground me.

The boring meeting took two hours. Why did they have to take two hours to talk about a five minute appearance? By the time my fathers meeting was over, I was beyond cranky. I tried to keep my attitude in check so I didn't blow my future plans. In all fairness dad did put up with a lot of my sarcasm and temper. He knew I was exhausted and let me get away with things he wouldn't have normally.

We stopped at a steak restaurant after the meeting to have supper. The food was really good, and I did enjoy the time with dad. My mood was a little better then earlier that day. Dad asked me all about the party, and I asked him about the movie premier. We got interrupted a few times by people requesting dad's autograph, but most of the time it was a small child asking, so I didn't get annoyed. I was excitedly telling dad about the things that I did at the party, and I let it slip that us girls all prank called the boys we liked. Dad raised his eye brow but didn't ask anything about it. We finished our dinner and got home around 7:00pm that night.

I took a long shower and had a snack before getting myself ready for bed. My father didn't know I hadn't finished my assignment, so I had to wait for him to be in his room to complete it. It took everything in me not to fall asleep while waiting for dad to call it a night. I waited until I saw all the lights go off in the living room before I went to my desk to do my homework.

I had to keep rewriting my assignment because I kept falling asleep and scribbling on my paper. I even wrote words without spaces between them. I completed the assignment as best I could, before finally climbing into bed to go to sleep. As my eyes were shutting, I saw the clock which showed 4:45am. My alarm went off at 7:00am, I groaned getting out of bed. I have had a total of three hours sleep in 3 nights, and was ready to snap at anyone who messed with me.   

I got my clothes together and took a shower to wake myself up. I could feel myself becoming  more irritated by the minute. I refused breakfast just because I didn't feel like eating. My father tried to talk with me a few times but I just mumbled or walked away. I could tell he was getting aggravated, and honestly I have been rude and snappy all morning, but I am exhausted and can't help it.