LiarLiar

Chapter 5 - Play It Cool

I have been staying with Carla since that argument with my dad. I have not spoken to him since then and I really do not think I ever will. When all of this works out for me he will be sorry. I'm not wrong for standing up for myself; he is the one in the wrong for making it impossible for me to live out my dreams. I should be happy, but how can I be happy if nothing in my life is going the way I wanted it to? I can only fake happiness for so long.

I woke up at 6am to my phone ringing. Who the hell calls at 6am on a Saturday?

"Charlotte Alfaro" I groaned down the phone

"Char its Jake" he softly spoke

"Wassup?" I hummed rubbing the sleep from my eyes

"Just wanted to wish you luck for tour" I could tell he was smiling

"Thank you" I laughed lightly "love you lil bro I'll miss you Toby and Soph"

"We'll miss you too but call everyday still want to keep tabs on the sister" he joked

"Of course need to keep tabs on you boys as well" I teased

"Call us when you can love you sis" he laughed and hung up

Mom and dad have said that I can't talk to the boys till I "Get my act together" honestly I do not know what the hell their problem is. It's pissing of to tell the truth. They think they can just control every step I take, well boy were they wrong. I am not some doll that they can throw around and do whatever the fuck they want with. I'm human. I have feelings, I have goals, I have dreams. Dreams that would not be possible to achieve if I didn't believe in myself, if I didn't make the decisions I made none of this would be possible.

"Are you sure adoption is the best option for you?" the councillor asked

"Yes, almost 100%" I replied holding myself together

"A lot of young people make the same mistake you have made. They choose adoption and later on they regret it. You have to think about this long term" she warned

"This is what I want; it is what's best for me and my baby. If giving it up means knowing my child will have a better life than it would with me then that's what I'm doing. I, we cannot look after this child. We're not ready" wiping my tears I sat back in the chair twisting my fingers together

"This is completely up to you and if this is truly what you wish then I will most certainly help you through this difficult time" she soothed giving me a comforting smile

I did what I had to. I've been responsible my whole life. I'm responsible for whatever life my son is living today. I bet he's walking and talking. He'll be two next month, I guess time really does fly. I wish I had never let him go. I wish I could go back and change everything I did that day at the party. But now, I live with the consequences of my actions. Serves me right I suppose....

I've been at college all week and now it's finally over thank god. That's me done if this dancing career goes well for me I'll never have to go back to that place. I got out of bed and packed all of my stuff into three suitcases making sure to tuck my diary under all of my clothes. I got showered and dressed in denim shorts and a white and pink flowery top that showed about an inch of skin letting my hair fall over my shoulders in its natural curls. I did my make up putting on some foundation, my best mascara to make my eyes look bigger and brighter, a light coloured gloss on over my lipstick and of course a little blusher. Slipping my necklace around my neck I sat it perfectly finding some small matching studs for my ears and a bracelet because well without one I feel naked. By the time I was finished getting ready it was 10:30am so I decided it would be an acceptable time to wake Carla up so she would have enough time to get ready and eat before we had to leave.

"Wakey Wakey" I called bursting into her room tearing the covers of her

"I'm awake go away" she groaned

"I'm making breakfast" I told her skipping out of her room. I took all my things downstairs and put them in my car just in case I forget something which being me I probably would. Better safe than sorry!

I heated us some pancakes and smothered them in chocolate, that's my version of making breakfast. Just as I was about to shout her again I heard Carla come down.

"Good morning sunshine" she smiled sitting at the table

"It's a good day Carls it is" I beamed sitting next to her. We finished breakfast and cleaned up our own dishes. Once Carla was finally ready it was 12:30pm and also time to leave. We took my car so Carla could bring it back home. I have been texting Chris, my dance partner and he said if we need cars he'll give me a ride. Sweet I know.

We drove to the dance studio Carla couldn't stay because she has work so I took all my things said my goodbyes with a few hugs tears and good lucks with that I let her go. Rolling my suitcases along the ground I made it to the door it was challenging I only have two arms and three cases and this isn't an airport so there aren't any suitcase trolleys. As soon as I got to the door Chris saw me, he came to help opening the door and taking my extra bag for me, after laughing first. We strolled through to where everyone was waiting.

"Welcome and congratulations for getting through guys!" It was different people here. Four different people all guys.

"If you can get into your groups and we'll tell you where you're meant to be" the tall brown haired man spoke into the microphone although it did not sound like he needed one.

I stood with Chris. I don't know why but I'm nervous. After what felt like hours but in reality was probably ten minutes we got sent to different rooms with our leaders. The blond boy came with us and lead us to a small room where we had to wait.

"You both will be coming with me to tour with.... Justin Bieber"

My heart stopped beating, my hands were sweaty and my body was shaking this cannot be happening this can't be real... All my dreams everything I've always wanted here and now, this is it, this is what I've been waiting for my whole life. It didn't sink in at all. Am I dreaming?

We waited for our busses and by 5pm they arrived

"Play it cool" Chris calmed me down taking my hand in his, the blond boy, now known as Mitch took our bags on for us

"We're only here for a short while make yourselves comfortable and we are on our way to meet the rest of the crew. Enjoy" Mitch smiled sweetly It was just a normal bus with seats but we had the whole thing to ourselves so yes we were a little hyper and we did dance around like monkeys let loose on an obstacle course. I'm already having the time of my life and nothing's even happened... I hope this lasts