"Marilyn Jane Upton, go up to your room. Now!" My mom whispered angrily. I could tell she wanted to shout. I knew she was fed up with me because she used my full name, instead of calling me Mari (which by the way is pronounced like Mary). We were off in the corner of my kitchen where my mom had pulled me since she didn't want our dinner guest to hear us arguing. In fact, that dinner guest was the reason we were arguing. My mom invited her boyfriend Jack over and was mad at me for making 'rude remarks'. I didn't even say anything that rude. I only said that my mom should visit her boyfriend at his house more and exclude me from their plans because I had better things to do. It was true though. I could be listening to music, tweeting, sleeping, fangirling, reading, writing or packing for this weekend. "Mari. I said go to your room. I've had enough of this, you're disrupting our dinner. I thought this would help you two get closer. What do you even have against-"
"Seriously, you just don't get it, mom." I shouted. I stomped away, heading towards my room. I was making a scene on purpose. It was probably the only way I would get her attention anyways. She was always with her boyfriend, and I knew it wasn't his fault. I hated making a fuss in front of him, especially since he was actually a nice guy. I only did this because of my mom. Basically, she barely knew I existed. She probably didn't even know anything about who I was now, what I liked or even the fact that I had no friends except my own dad. The last time my mom and I really connected was at least four years ago when her and my dad were still together. I lived in Australia all my life up until my mom decided to move out here to Canada for Jack. I did gain one thing from moving out here though. I sometimes would hear people talking about a group called the Janoskians. I decided to search who they were on google because I heard they were Australian, like I was. I found out about them a year ago, and now I'm a fangirl. I've watched every one of their videos multiple times. I was a Daniel girl. I was actually glad my mom sent me to my room, I could check to see if the boys had tweeted anything or maybe even made a new video. I felt really tired and I just wanted to lie on my bed for a while.
I got up to my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I doubt my mom would hear it slam because my room was probably the farthest room from the kitchen and it was also upstairs, but it made me feel better anyways. I opened my laptop which was on the table beside my bed and blasted my music. I laid down on my bed and pulled my bed sheets over me. It was summer so it was hot in my room, but I felt more comfortable under my sheets. I forgot about checking my twitter and instead I thought about this weekend coming up. I would be going to Melbourne, Australia to visit my dad for about a month so I might actually have a good time. I thought about how much fun we would have together. I was tired of being ignored by my mom, and my dad would actually pay attention to me. I went to Australia during almost every holiday during school and for a month during the summer. I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek. I was lying on my side so it dripped down to the tip of my nose. I watched it sit there as more tears joined in. I was so lonely. I had no one. I silently cried myself to sleep while listening to Set This World On Fire by the Janoskians.
