"Ugg. Becky do I really have to?" I asked my best friend, who is 17.
"Yes Tyler. Or do you want me to tell your mom that you smoke?" She smirked,knowing she got me.
"But I have a life and it wont be at some One Direction meet and greet." I signed, pulling out my phone.
Oh Hi. Im Tyler Stormwall and 15. Almost. I have half black in me so Im kinda awesome. I have long, like really long black hair that is almost always straight. Over there is Becky Howard. 17 and thinks she is my mother. Long dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She loves One Direction. Like obsessed. She really likes Niall and says that they will get married. Sure,Becky,sure. I live with my mom and younger brother, T.J. and curentlly sitting in Beckys car after she picked me up at school.
"If I go, I want free food and a trip to Beakers, the book store and Starbucks. Deal?" I asked, texting T.J. telling him I was almost home and to pull out the chicken salad that I made the other night.
"Geez Tyler. Um..... Fine but Im picking you up tomorrow because its tomorrow and dress like you want to be there." She said, stopping in frount of my apartment building.
"Thanks Bec. See ya tomorrow." I shouted, opening the door.
"Bye Love." She drove off.
I ran into a big bulky guy. I looked up. He looked nice but living on this side of town we have a motto, Don't trust a guard. Most of them are Pedos.
"Sorry." I said, quietly, backing up to the stairs.
"No problem." He replied, turning around.
"Hey Dave!" I shouted, running up the stairs.
"Hey boo!" He shouted back.
I ran up the 5th floor and opened my door. I heard yelling T.J. as usual. I shouted to T.J. and told him to get his butt to the kitchen for dinner before Mom gets here. Our mom is some kind of make-up artist and has been around the world with some stupid boy band and they were stopping by and I wanted to be done with dinner so I can escape to my room.
T.J. ran into the kitchen and pulled out the pre-made sandwiches and dug right in. After we were finished I threw the wrappers away and then there was a knock at the door. I ran to get it and opened it.
