Just another day in the boring life of mine moving town to town all the time to suit the needs of my mom the single mother of three. I had just moved to vegas, my mom had just got a job there. I always listened to my favorite bands like mcr and fir most important to me i'd listen to panic.
I could only dream of brendon I just wanted so badly for him to acknowledge my existence. I wanted someone as amazing as brendon to know I was there. If nly there was some way to meet him.
It bothered me to think about it because i will never be able to meet him seems how I would never have the money to meet him.
It was my sixteenth birthday in two days. It was upsetting knowing there would be almost no celebration, no party, no sweet sixteen. I was assuming I would be recieving no presents seems how my mother had spent all her money getting us from massachussettes to las vegas.
As I had nothing to do i just decided to go on my phone. Instagram maybe. the last persons account i had been viewing was Brendon Uries. "Hazel its summer not hybernation you still have chores." I place my phone down on the table. "mom wheres the broom?" my mom grabs my phone as she points to the far corner of the kitchen she seems interested in what she was seeing on my phone.
