Another day in living hell.
Going to school and being laughed at, mostly by my Captain of the cheer team sister and all her blonde, ditzy friends, is something I've gotten quite used to.
"Morning Ashley!" I heard my mom say as I thumped past her room and down the stairs. I had my hair thrown up in a messy bun and a pair of sweats on. It was too early to even think about doing anything to my face, which was already the epiphany of ugly.
"B-B-B-BABY COME ON OVER, I DON'T CARE IF PEOPLE FIND OUT! DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH" my sister had her apple headphones in, blasting One Direction. Things I hate about Deena #1.
My sister's 17th birthday is coming up. More 1D merch will be flowing through the doors as soon as the clock strikes midnight on April 25th. Last year, one of her friends had a wall decal personalized to say,"Deena Horan". Like, seriously?! As if he would ever consider marrying a freak-of-a-fangirl like you.
"Move," I said to my obnoxious sister. She was flailing her arms every which way, and her music was so loud she coudn't hear me. I gave her the slightest shove and, being the drama queen she is, she fell on the floor with a huff. She rolled her eyes as I grabbed my cereal out of the cupboard and slowly shuffled to the fridge.
"I hate you," she mumbled under her breath. She got up and dusted the dirt from the floor she was supposed to sweep last week, off of her Hollister jeans. I rolled my eyes and continued to make my breakfast as she whined the lyrics to another one of her "precious" One Direction songs.
"I have practice tonight, so I can't drive you home. You're taking the bus, ok?" She said to me. Before I could even think about a response, she walked out of the room and laughed. Another one of those stupid excuses she makes up so she can go to a party. She usually drives me home from school, that is if I'm sitting my butt in the car at 3:15. As soon as that clock changes, she's gone. Even if I'm running out of the school to try to catch her.
"What. Ever" My phone buzzes from my slipper boot things. I had no pockets and no bra on to safely secure it anywhere else, so my phone resorted to my boot.
From: Kylie Marie
three more days): im gonna die without u!
Three more days until I leave for London. The only good thing that's going to happen to me for a while.
My grandma met somebody a couple months ago that's from the London area. She moved there after he told her he had to go back from his business trip. None of us really know what to call him. None of us even know if he's her actual "boyfriend" or if it's just one of those flings that wont last. I'm excited to go see her though. She used to live only a few hours away and now she lives across the ocean. I miss her a bunch.
I decided I should probably start getting ready to go to school, the place I dread the most.
"Ashley, come here please." my sister yelled from her room. I was hesitating on weather or not I should even bother, but I went anyway.
"What do you want?" I said in a snippy tone.
"So as you know, One Direction lives in London, and we are going to London in 3 days."
"Yeah?" I questioned.
"Well they play at this one club, I want to go. The only thing is mom and dad are going to make me take you with me. So guess what that means?" she said with a smile on her face.
"What?"
"You get to sit in the car, while I party." I didn't really care all that much because I didn't even like them. She just makes me so mad sometimes.
"Alright what ever, can I go get ready for school now?"
"Yes you can leave now. Oh and shut the door behind you." I walked out of her room and slammed the door behind me. Today is going to be a terrible day, I can already tell.
