"Amanda. Amanda. Cutie, wake up." My eyes jolt open. "Holy fuck!" I almost yell as I jumped up. "hahaha, did I scare you?" I glared at her and started to lay back down. "dinner is ready." she says. I look at her confused. "It's 7:30 at night" she says letting out a chuckle. "What's for dinner?" I ask picking up my phone to check my text messages. "I don't know, ask grandpa." she says and leaves the room. 'She did that on purpose. She knows he won't tell me unless I go out and see for myself. and by that time he will have already served me a plate.' I think to myself. I unlock my phone and look at my texts. 4 unread text messages from Alex, Alex, Alex, and Alex. I open the first one. "hey I'm up." 'no shit' I say in my head. I start to read the second one. "Has your grandma changed her mind yet?" *facepalm* "I've been asleep. how would I know." I say aloud. "hey" says the third text. "Well hello there Alex." I say almost too loud. and last but not least "AWAKEN PEASANT!!!!" *sigh* 'didn't see that one coming.' I think sarcasticly. "hey I just woke up. I don't know if she changed her mind or not. and its JESTER. NOT PEASANT. JESTER." *send* "AMANDA! come eat!" I groan at the sound of my grandpa's voice. "WHAT IS FOR DINNER!?" I yell back. and as I predicted, "Come and find out!!" he yells. you can tell he is getting impatient. I get up and go to the kitchen and make myself a glass of chocolate milk. "Hurry up and sit down" my grandpa says. "Hold on I'm getting something to drink!" I say with attitude. "calm your balls" I say under my breath. "what did uoy say!?" my grandpa says getting angry. "nothing." I reply sourly. "Larry, calm down." penny says grabbing his hand. I sit down just to find out chicken and peas is our dinner. "Chicken and peas? Really?" I say annoyed. "you like chicken!" my grandpa says. "I HAVEN'T LIKED CHICKEN FOR A LONG TIME AND YOU KNOW THAT. AND YOU KNOW I HATE PEAS." I say angerly clenching my fists. penny jumps in and says "I'm sorry, I thought you liked peas." I roll my eyes and think of all the times I've informed her about my hatred and disgust for peas. I get up and head to my room. I can feel my grandpa's pissed off icy glare in my back. I don't care. maybe tomorrow will be a better day. But I WILL go to that concert.
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A Concert Changed My Life
Hayran KurguAmanda Bartlett is just an ordinary girl, with a bit of mental issues. she suffers from bipolar, anger, anxiety, depression, and more. she has been begging to go to a One Direction concert for months and ia determined to go whether ahe has permissio...
