Amy’s P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating. I looked to my digital clock. The time was 04:19am. Who on earth would be awake this time? I picked up my mobile and read ‘Faiza (mobile)’. I answer the phone. “Faiza, this better be good!” I moan. “AMY! ITS BETTER THEN GOOD! ITS PERFECT!!” She screams down the phone, making me flinch. “Keep your hair on... What is it?” I ask. “DISTRICT 3 ARE MENNA BE IN KENT TOMORROW!!” She screams, again. I sigh. THIS Is what she wanted? Thats just... Something or other. I look back at my clock. 04:21am. “Look, Faiza, I know you love them and stuff but I need to sleep. Can we chat in the morning? Please.” I ask, politely. All I could hear was a heavy sigh, before she hung up.
The sunlight was shining through my window. I looked at my clock, this time it was 11:43am. Much more reasonable for a chat. I call back Faiza. “Faiza, what did you want last night? We cant get the bus to Kent! It’s way too far away! I’m really sorry, but this time you can’t go and see them.” I say in a some-what harsh way. “Amy, I really want to go...” She whispers. I hang up. Its her birthday today, I haven’t even got her anything...
I wander off downstairs and cook myself some bacon. I love bacon. Everybody loves bacon. Like Gemma... “GEMMA! THATS IT!” I squeal. Oops. Everybody looks at me like im an idiot. Gemma, my friend off twitter, lives in Kent! I can ask her if we could stay with her for the night, while we visit District 3! I quickly DM Gemma right away. Sometimes I wonder if all Gemma does is go on her phone because she always replies within 2 minutes. She said we could stay over!
I ring up Faiza and tell her the news. I rush to the mirror and brush my light brown hair. I decide to keep it down, otherwise I would have a rather small pony tail. I tell my mum whats happening and she is fine with it. I run out the door and across the road to Faiza’s house. Its so cool having a best friend live opposite you. Before I reach the door, she’s already out. She has her dark brown hair in a beautiful pony tail, and has a lot of make up on. Her brown eyes are so pretty, she’s so lucky.
“Let’s roll!” I say.
