I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Eleven: A Small Argument

"Violet? Violet?" Somebody is asking me. I can't quite tell who, but I don't care. I just don't want to wake up. "VIOLET RUBY HUMSTRUM, IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP THIS INSTANT, YOU'LL NOT GET TEA FOR A WEEK!!!!" I recognize the voice now, it's Abi. A very, very angry Abi.

"I'm up, I'm up." I groan as I sit up and rub my eyes. "What time is it?" "Around seven in the evening." Opening my eyes, I see Abi sitting in the foot of my bed. Did I forget to mention that there was also everybody in the room. Not wanting to deal with people, I kind of fall on my face and don't move.

"For goodness sake, you collapsed in the middle of the dance floor! We were so worried!" Jessica grabs me by my shoulders and shakes me. Then what previously happened came back like a slap to the face. Kind of like the slap I got from my gym teacher in fifth grade for not being able to shoot a basket in basketball. Anger surges through me, and my face probably looks demonic with madness.

"It was all their fault." I bitterly muttered. "I'm sorry, please repeat that." Rayna asked. "Louder." Remarked Brooklyn. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It didn't help the anger. "It was all their fault." I growled. "You think I'm that stupid? To believe that my girls planned that? I don't think so." I began my rant as I got up and crutched across the room towards the boys.

"I've half a mind to know that you boys did this. I never asked to tour with you. I never asked you to insult me. Why didn't you listen? Because I'm eighty-five percent sure that Jessica, Rayna, or Brooklyn told you that I didn't like big parties." I ranted. "You are such an ungrateful girl. We've plenty of fans who'd like to tour with us." Niall sneered. "Yes, but do you know any of their names? Would you take out another random stranger for brunch? Niall, don't fight. Please." Jessica tried to make peace. It didn't work. "If you never wanted to tour with us, why don't you just leave." Louis spat. I heard collective gasps from the girls. I took a deep breath, wiped off the accidental spit on my face, get internally grossed out, and prepare to retort.

"Because I can't. Nowhere else to go. May I also add we're nowhere near my town of origin?" I retorted. "So?" Harry began, not understanding. "You could just get your own place." I scoffed at his response. "I'm thirteen. A minor. I technically can't live without a guardian. Foster care is just ignoring me because Simon is my temporary guardian. I can't get a job, because I still have school. So how do you expect me to go on like that?" I asked my rhetorical question.

A loud silence came over the room. I heard angry growling from somebody, but I was too tired from arguing to care. Everybody filed out of the room. I crashed on my bed until eight, when everybody was asleep-early start tomorrow-I let my night begin.