My Big Break

Chapter 4

I pull into the driveway and hop out of the car. I feel like I'm floating, I'm so happy.

I open the door as quietly as I can, so I won't wake my mom. I know she's asleep, it's all she's been doing since The Disease.

Last year she got very sick with the flu. It put her in the hospital for almost half a year. When she finally got out, she couldn't sleep well at night, she would wake up screaming. Since she was so tired the next day, she couldn't concentrate at work and had to quit her job. With Frankie living in New York, and us in L.A., I had to take care of us. So ever since, she's been staying awake all night and sleeping during the day.

I slip in the living area, and head up the stairs to my room, which is Paris themed, pained light pink with the Eiffel Tower pained on the wall. It's my dream room.

I turn on my computer and log on to Twitter. After I get tired with that, I lay on my bed and stare out the window.

"Ariana!" I hear my mom yell.

I wake quickly. I must have fallen asleep.

"Yes?" I yell back.

"It's 10:00, and I don't think you've done your homework yet."

"Ok, ok. I'll do it now."

Two hours (and much pain) later, I finish my homework. Why does homework even exist, we spend 8 hours at school, 5 days a week. Is that not enough?

Apparently not.

I collapse into bed, exhausted from all that happened today. I can hear my mom downstairs, doing something since she couldn't sleep. Probably watching re-runs of The Bachelor, her favorite show.

After I finish staring at the ceiling for half an hour, I finally fall asleep.

• • •

I wake up to the annoying buzz of my alarm.

It's Monday, yay. My favorite day of the week. (Not)

I stumble out of bed, trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes. I trudge into the bathroom, turn on my curling iron, and hop in the shower.

One shower and twenty minutes later, I feel much more awake, and I'm almost ready for school.

I'm wearing a teal sweater, a scarf with orange, pink, and turquoise splotches on it, dark skinny jeans, and some light brown moccasins. I finish my last curl, and bounce my hair until it has the perfect mixture of curls and waves. When I'm satisfied, I run downstairs, grab a muffin and run to the bus stop.

Although I'm 16, and old enough to drive myself to school, I take the bus, thanks to stupid guys to like to spray paint my car.

The bus pulls up, and I get on, along with about 5 other kids. Off to another boring day of school.

• • •

After school, I come home and flop on the couch, determined not to move for 5 hours.

Of course, as soon as I lay down with a bowl of chips and my phone, my mom calls for me.

"Ariana, come here please."

"But I just sat down!"

"Ariana..."

"Ok, ok. I'm coming."

I haul myself off of the couch, and trudge to my mom's bedroom.

"You called?"

"The casting guy called and said something about a callforward?"

"A callback?"

"Yes, that's it. He said it's this

Saturday."

"This Saturday! Already! I thought it

was next month!"

"Guess not"

"I have to go rehearse!"

"Ok, you do that."

I begin to leave the room, then my mom calls me back again.

"Ariana?"

"Yes mom?"

"I'm proud of you."

That I was not expecting. Now I have to get the part.

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Hey der. Ok I know, I know. I haven't updates this year yet (haha, get it? One of my cheesy jokes) I promise I'll try to update more. I want to write long chapters, but I think I'll just settle with a lot of short ones. So look for more updates soon!

~Em