Make a Wish

Chapter 5

The room is huge!

There's a whole kitchen off to the left of the door.

There's a huge living room right past the kitchen, with a huge corner couch, a coffee table and the biggest flat screen I've ever seen.

There's a long hallway to the right with two doors.

I open one of them and peek inside. There's a bed that looks like a king size ( which is a little crazy).

" This is my room!" I laugh as I walk further into the room. The room is mostly white with gold accents here and there.

There's two more doors in my bedroom.

I open one of them and I'm not surprised when I see a bathroom.

I open the other door in the bedroom. My eyes almost pop out of my head when I see a huge step in closet.

Ok, I have concluded that this is a suite.

I have also concluded that those obnoxious boys payed for it.

" Well this trip certainly has it's perks. " Mom says as she leans against the doorway.

I just nod at her happily.

I may not be excited about the actual meaning of the trip but I'm definitely excited about the perks of it.

" So when do you want to meet the boys? Their manager called and said they have lots of free time this week." Mom asks, sitting on the bed.

" Do I have to go?" I roll my eyes.

" They payed for this whole trip, so it would be polite."

" I thought the Make A Wish Foundation payed for it?"

" They did, but those boys insisted on pitching in. I'm assuming they felt bad about the mix up or something."

" That doesn't make much sense..."

" No, it doesn't... Well, I'm going to go shower, we can talk about meeting them after." Mom slaps her knees and stands up, exiting the room.

I decide to shower too since I smell a little funky.

Once I'm done with my shower and dressed I decide to use this wonderful hotel room to my advantage.

I run into the living room and fling myself on the couch.

I regret it as soon as my arm makes contact with the couch. I feel a sharp pain shoot through my arm. I wince and bring my free hand up to hold my arm.

Cancer really sucks.

I try to ignore the pain.

I reach for the remote and press the power button.

There isn't a lot of stuff on so I just settle with Disney Channel.

" So. What do you say we just get it over with?" My mom surprises me as she sits down next to me.

" How about tomorrow?" I ask as I point to my "injured" arm.

" Did you jump onto the couch?" She asks as she examines my arm.

" Maybe... I guess it would be better to just get it over with..." I sigh and look at the wall.

" Good choice. I'll contact their manager."

She stands up and walks into the kitchen.

" Hi Paul! Yes. She would like to meet them today. Yeah three is okay! Okay, we will watch out for him! Okay, bye!"

I listen in on the conversation, even though I can only hear one side of it.

" So, the driver will pick us up in about an hour." Mom says as she sits next to me on the couch.

I nod, keeping my eyes glued to the TV.

" Which means, you should start getting ready..."

I turn to her, giving her a " Are you crazy", look.

" What?! Don't you want to look nice?!"

" Why? It doesn't matter."

" Just go get ready and I will approve or disapprove your outfit."

" In thirty minutes I'll go. I don't need an hour to get ready. And plus! Austin and Ally are in LOOOOOVE!!!!" I gesture to the TV, smirking at my mom's frustration.

She rolls her eyes at me and goes to her bedroom.

I drag myself off the couch and into my bedroom.

My half hour of ruining my eye vision with TV is up. I wish that it never would have ended but it did, so now I have to get ready.

I open my suitcase, scanning my options.

I pull out my favorite shirt of all time. It's a white shirt with the words " Hipsta Please" in black on it.

I pick out a pair of blue jean shorts and my bright yellow high top converse.

After I'm dressed I put my long hair into a bun.

Ha ha mom! I look decent!

I walk back out into the living room and wait for my mom.

" Hmmmm... Okay. You look fine." She says as she comes up behind me.

" Yay! I didn't even try!" I smile at her and stand up.

" Are you ready?"

" If you mean ready to waste two hours of my life that I will never get back, then yes."