𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

4th of June, 2015

As I folded my last shirt and zipped up the last bag, I could hear a knock at the front door downstairs. I sprinted down the stairs and opened the door to see my mum standing there.
"Why are you knocking at your own door?" I asked and stepped aside to let her in.

"Don't tell your father but I lost my keys." She stepped inside and started looking through drawers and cupboards in the hallway.

I shook my head and opened the cupboard she'd briefly looked through again, pulling out her coat and digging through the pockets. Unsurprisingly I could hear her keys jingling as I pulled them out.
"Why don't you put them on that hook Martin bought?" I pointed at the plank of wood hung on the wall with multiple metal hooks on it. She stared at it for a second.
"Well they can stay there while we're gone then." She says and I hang them on one of the hooks.

"Anyways we're leaving here tomorrow at 5am. No later." Mum pointed a finger at me and had this crazed look in her eye before proceeding into the living room.

My mum is the stylist for Forever Winter. Best boyband of the decade, as said by my sister Harper. After watching what my mum did for work for a number of years it's convinced me that's what I want to do.

A couple of years back, she got offered to go on tour with the band as their stylist and since then that's what she's been doing for work. Apparently she talks about me while she's working, whether it's with her coworkers or the band themselves, and her/the band's manager said I was more than welcome to join them for the band's second world tour.

My mother jumped at the opportunity, mostly because she didn't  got to see me often as she was always out because of her job. I was a little skeptical at first because of the band's reputation and how they act, but seeing how excited my mother was I couldn't say no.

And from what she says they're basically life sized Barbie dolls that she can style however she wants as long as they don't look like clowns on stage.

Their tour is much longer and different to the last one though; so that means being away from home for seven months rather than three. Instead of just touring America, they're going to Australia, Mexico and Europe.

It's starting off in Seattle, Washington on the 5th of June, which is tomorrow.

Harper describes the band members as if they're gods, my mother describes them as self centered twits. Martin, my stepdad, is telling me to not get into trouble or even talk to them really, but he's said it so much I'm sure he's jinxed it.

I walked upstairs to my room and see Harper standing next to my suitcase which has been reopened.
"What are you doing?" I asked and made her jump back slightly.
"I'm trying to see if I can fit in your suitcase." She said, no sarcasm in her voice, making me roll my eyes.

"Why are you doing that?" I sigh and shake my head, walking over to close it back up.
"Because I don't want to stay at home alone while you're touring the world with the hottest men." She said.

"Home alone?" I asked. "You have Dad and Bea." I pointed to the large, white cat sitting on my bed who's eyes had thinned into slits.

"Dad's always out working and Bea doesn't even like me." She crossed her arms and pouted, looking like a 4 year old throwing a tantrum.
"I'm gonna see if Mum will let me go with you." She ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over her own feet and into the living room downstairs.

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I woke up the next morning at 4am with my alarm clock blaring in my ear. After a quick shower and light makeup I chose a pair of jeans out of my closet and a lose white jumper to go with it.

After I dried my hair it was in it's usual loose curls. I threw on a pair of sneakers then grabbed my suitcase and backpack and quietly went down the stairs and into the front hall where Mum and Martin were.

"Why are you up?" I asked Martin who was holding a mug of coffee.
"I won't see you for seven months." He set the mug on a table and walked over to briefly hug me, the same with Mum before she basically kicked the both of us out of the house and into a taxi parker outside.

Once we were at the airport and through security we sat outside our gate while Mum made small talk with the people around us. I pretended I was asleep as I did not want to converse with strangers, but no matter if I did Mum was still explained our full life story.

Once we boarded the plane, my mother snagged the window seat before I could which I was fine with, until n unaccompanied 5 year old sat next to me.

Fun.

At least Seattle is only three hours away.

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