Night Phoenix

Chapter One

"And here comes Poppy Buelic down the red carpet! Look at that stunning gold dress she has on! Best dressed so far tonight! Wow! Let's give her a hand!"

I waved and smiled at my adoring fans as I walked down the long red carpet. I finally got my movie finished and I felt so proud.

"Wow! Thank you guys so much! I couldn't have done any of this without you!" I said sweetly to the crowd as I walked further down the carpet.

"Poppy! Poppy! Wake up you sleepy head!" I looked around for my cousin but didn't find her.

That's when I realized I was in a dream. When ice cold water hit my face. I screamed and jumped out of bed as fast as humanly possible. I screamed again when I saw my designer pillow soaked. 

"You idiot! Look what you did to my pillow! Gosh April!" I cried to her as she sank back with guilt.

"Poppy! It was just for fun, sheesh!  Can't you take a joke?! And how else would I wake you up, slap your 'gorgeous' face?" I noted the sarcasm as she said 'gorgeous' and I was furious.

I sighed and looked at my clock for the time- 5:30 AM! She woke me up at 5:30 AM! I turned to her in surprise.

"Forgot we are going to South Dakota today?" She asked unsurprised. I rolled my eyes.

Of course. That dumb useless trip to 'have fun'. I was having the best dream ever. I finally was famous. But no, it's ruined. Son of a monkey's uncle. I didn't believe swearing was good so I made up my own sayings for when I'm mad. 

"Yes, I remembered. Now could you get out so I can get changed and dry?!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Grumpy girl." 

She ran out before I could do anything about it. Kids. So annoying. I went into my walk-in closet and looked through my clothes. I picked a pastel yellow long sleeve shirt and a black denim jacket. I had white pants on and black boots. I sighed and went into my bathroom for my makeup. Before I did my makeup, I realized it would get ruined super fast. So I skipped my usual makeup and went with a simple look.

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I stared out the window as we drove through the thick green trees of South Dakota. I winced as Milan laughed loudly with her siblings. I sighed. So far, this is more torture then fun. I thought hastily.

"Sage please shut your sisters up. Or else I will." I said turning my head to him. I shook my head when I realized he had his headphones on.

"Mom how much further? My legs are killing me." I asked my mother, giving up on Sage.

"Close, just about three more hours." I gasped. That isn't close at all!

I pulled my phone out of my navy blue bag. I tried to get on Facebook but it wouldn't work. My. Life. Is. Over. I hit my head against the back of my mom's seat.

"Dumb. Piece. Of. Crap!" I said between the hits. 

"Hey cut that out! Why don't you just take a nap Poppy, you could use it." I was clearly annoying my mother from her tone in her voice. 

I stopped my hitting and laid my head against the window. I closed my eyes and plugged in my headphones. I must have fallen asleep but I woke up with the worst feeling ever. My head bumped against the window and I gasped.

"Ouch! Could you drive a little smoother, mom?!" I said, rubbing my head.

"What you get for sleeping in the car." Sage was trying to sound serious but you could hear him laughing under his breath.

"Shut it Sage. Your a bad actor" I let a little laugh slip. I got mad at myself though because now they think I'm in a good mood. 

Sage is the oldest of my cousins and the closest age to me. He is ten years old and has black hair and brown eyes. I'm seven-teen years old so I'm only older by seven years. And then there is April and Milan. They are identical twins so they aren't that different. Both of them are six years old and have blonde hair and green eyes. Milan is the shy and quite cousin- until Frozen is pulled out of the movie bag.

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Two hours remaining- I have survived the whole Frozen movie but won't last much longer. They keep replaying Elsa's scene where she sings 'Let It Go' Ugh. Hate even writing it! So annoying. Please, if you find this message, call for help. I need it. Son of a motherless goat this sucks. I feel writing my misery is a good way to express how I'm feeling. I'm usually not a journal or diary type of girl, but in this situation, I'll do anything. I only have one more hour then I get to write my pain again. I am hopeful that they won't play the song anymore. I'm just afraid they will sing it.

When I was pleased with how my message turned out, I put my journal inside my bag. I honestly felt embarrassed with the journal I have. My mom had the 'best idea ever' to give all of us a notebook that you can color on. Of course I didn't want to color it, but you can guess who did. When I wasn't looking April and Milan took turns coloring it to look like unicorn poop. Mature of them. I know.

"Guess what guys! We're here!" My mom's excited words could be heard over my music. I was so relieved.

"Finally. Mom I think you miscalculated things. It felt way more than three hours." I said, finally letting myself smile. 

The cabin we were staying in was huge. No joke! At all! Great! More room to stay away from April and Milan! I was finally happy on this trip. To know I don't have to hear the cousins loud noises.