Well.. Hello people of Wattpad! ((Diary like chapter, so if you don't wanna read go ahead and skip to the next chapter if I have one up by the time you're reading this, and credit for the image, is to Sissy. She found it and showed it to me.))
I woke up, quite early for summer break. I went with me mum, we went to see my older sister, ((Not Sissy that I talk about a lot)) since she works now and all. She said my great grandma was in, with her grand-daughter. This infuriated me mum, because of her hatred for our great grandma. Betty always catered to her other grand-children, never did a thing for me mum. After we got home, and ate lunch we cleaned up the house for Pére. Me, blaring Bohemian Rhapsody threw the house on me speaker while cleaning. Pére got home, sat down on the couch and watched TV. He played with my dog, since I was busy cleaning and didn't have time to play with him. After I finished cleaning I put on my beats, playing Melanie threw them. I was always weary with what I played in front of my parents, since Melanie mentioned things in her songs that I did not want to talk to my parents about. Daydreaming about something, I checked my phone and saw my best friend had sent me a link to the end of the season finale of SPN, since I forgot to tape it and was really worried about what happened. I may or may not have cried, either way, I enjoyed talking to her for a bit, sat down, ate dinner with the family. Me mum, told me out of nowhere, "Dear, pack your stuff, your going to your grandma's for tonight. Friday too." I, inside my -insane, dirty- mind flipped out, went to my room, grabbed my Doctor Who backpack, and started filling it with clothes, makeup stuff, all the goods. Me grandma always complains about me acne, so normally I cover it with concealer. If your going to be a makeup artist, your of course going to have a few zits. I have a strict routine for bed, Witch-hazel, special acid to dry up acne, charcoal mask, black-head strip, and brush me teeth. Simple as that. While listening to Glam and Gore videos, or Panic! At The Disco songs of course. After babbling to myself about a particular lounge singer and how I plan on ruining her career, I figure I'm ready. "Mére! je suis ready!" I called out, hoping she understood some of my french by now. Sadly, she didn't. After explaining what I said in French, she said ok. Snapping out of another daydream, I heard... The worst song ever to exist playing, and Pére grinning at me from his seat. "I hate this song!!" I exclaimed, letting them know my know my most hated song ever was a great idea! Queue the fake grin! With my somewhat towering still growing ((5'9 with my steel toed boots on.. Which I had on at the time)) figure, I lean up into the front part of the Jeep and turn the station. "Worst song in existence. By far. That movie made me want to puke. And not from sea sickness." I complained. Pére and Mum started laughing, while I groaned about the song. After I got down there, me and my older sister, Kaley, watched TV for a bit, and then we both went upstairs to watch Supernatural on Netflix.
~~~Tata, Mon Amours!~~~
