Invisible Sister

Concert Again!

MAC'S P.O.V.

It's concert day. Yay!

No, just playing. I don't want to go. I want to stay home or go to work. I don't want to do this. What if I fake being sick?

"Mac! Get ready! We leave in 1 hour." Liz screams.

"I'm not feeling to well, Liz. Can I just stay home?"

"No. Your just nervous." I roll my eyes.

"No I don't feel good." I plead.

"Mac. You aren't getting out of this one."

"If I throw up on the person in front of me it's on you."

"And I will be okay with that. Now go get ready."

I stomp back to my room. I throw on a white crop top that says 'I'd much rather be sleeping' black short shorts and white converse. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and put on some makeup.

"Mac! Let's go!" Adam screams.

"I'm coming." I say, slowly walking up the hallway.

"Hurry."

"No." He runs over and pick me up. "Adam put me down!" I scream trying to kick him.

"No. Get in the car." He says, putting me down. I stomp into the back seat. "Were going to go get food first." I don't answer him. "Or we won't."

"We can get food on the way back in. Come on or we will be late!" Liz says, he nods and we are off.

15 minutes later we are there and we are like the only people in the parking lot. I quickly throw in colored contacts and stomp out of the car.

We walk into the stadium, I guess that's what you call it.

"Why are we here so early?" I ask.

"We just wanted to beat the crowd." Liz states.

"Why are we hear so early?"

"Because we wanted to beat the crowds!"

"Or do you want me to talk to Michael?"

"Would it kill you?"

"Yes!!"

"You have to do it sometime, Mac. End of story."

"Where are they?"

"Backstage."

"Then what are we waiting on?"

"Are you going to talk to him."

"No. Are you crazy? We are going to prank them." I state, smirking. "I'm going to do it with or without you guys. It would just be easier with you guys."

"I'm in." Adam says, high-fiving me.

"I guess I'm in." Liz says.

"Awesome. Let's go."

"How are we going to get past the guard?" Adam asks.

"He knows me. Trust me."

"You can't come back here."

"Yes I can, Jim. You let me last time!"

"Mac?" I nod. "You look different."

"I stopped dying my hair and right now I wear colored contacts."

"Oh. Hey I heard you just graduated. Congrats."

"Thank you, but we really have to get going. Catch up later? Say tomorrow, over coffee?"