"DAD! Put the gun away!"
"Not until he leaves."
The male that was just talking to me was nowhere in sight. It was like he just disappeared. "Alright he left." I calmed my dad down.
"I will beat his ass." my father threatened trying to be tuff.
"I'm sure you will dad." and with that I went to explore our new home.
Right as I walked inside I was struck by the hit dance craze that swept the nation in the 90's, the Macarena. There were millions of people in my house doing it. What else could I do but to join them?
My mom walked into the house and dropped her box, "JIMMY!" she yelled to my dad.
"Martha how many times do I have to tell you sasquatch is not haunting us." my dad calmly says while walking towards the house. Then he turned his head and noticed the millions of people and also dropped his box.
"What's going on here?" He tried to keep his cool.
"EHH MACARANA!" I yelled along with everyone else while doing the clap and turn to end the song.
A man that looked like he was 6 foot seven and in really good shape stepped forward towards my dad. "Nice weather we're having." He smiled as my dad stared up at him in terror like he was going to rip his throat out. "Where are my manners," the giant man held out his equally giant hand for my father to shake, "I'm Mark. If you have any questions you can just ask my wife, Mary, and I."
My father shook his hand firmly, cleared his throat and said, "Um.... Oh ya what was that?!" My dad yelled at him. "That was our welcoming ceremony." Mark said in a 'duh' voice. "Oh well ummm, I'm Jim, and this is my wife Martha." He pointed to my mom who was in the corner hugging out plant tree. Major facepalm, "And this is our daughter Britain." "Daddddd!" I complained at him for using my full name, "It's Brit." I smiled as nice as I could to a giant that was frightening me.
"I have a son that looks about your age. His name is Lucas. You too would get along well." The man looked me up and down as if checking me out. Was I seriously being eye rapped by a like 40 year old, EW! "Well I'll let you get back to moving in."
"Dang right you will." I snapped my fingers as they all left our house. I'm glad my dad didn't hear it cause then I would get a whole speech about how to be polite and that would eventually lead to him complaining about how I ate all the oreos.
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"OMG, THIS IS MY JAM!" I yelled out as Story Of MY Life by One Direction came on my iPod. Don't get me wrong I definitely don't like them but this song goes deep.
"WRITTEN IN THESE WALLS ARE THAT STORIES THAT I CANT EXPLAIN, LEAVE MY HEART OPEN BUT IT STAYS RIGHT HERE EMPTY FOR DAYS!" I yelled out along with the song.
"BRITAIN SHUT UP AND GO TO BED!" My mother yelled at me from downstairs.
"It's Brit, and that's too mainstream for me mom." I replied with a snooty attitude. Talking bad = One badass point. I thought to myself. Being tired and falling asleep anyways -5 badass points.
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"BRITAIN I SWEAR I WILL MURDER YOU IF YOU DON'T GET UP!" My mom yelled at me. Apparently I had school today. Do my parents like giving me surprises or what?!
"Good then I don't have to go to school!" I yelled into my pillow.
All of a sudden I felt something wet on my face. I looked up to see my pet komodo dragon licking my face. "MILEY!" I smiled at the familiar face. What do you think I was kidding that I had a pet komodo dragon named Miley Cyrus. No way, that's not the way I roll.
I forced myself out of bed and into some dark skinny jeans, a white shirt and blue vans. I put my horribly messy blonde hair into a messy bun and tried to look somewhat decent with makeup. You look sexy, you sexy thang. My thoughts told me. "Mmmmhmmm" I mumbled to myself.
I walked out of the door trying to avoid my parents. Knowing them I would probably miss my first two periods because they would want to take a bunch of pictures and put them into a pretty little scrap book. Considering I had no idea where I was going I went with my gut. But all my gut was doing was taking me in circles. I heard a rumbling noise coming up behind me and my gut told me to run. "Oh so now you think you can start telling me what to do after you ran me in circles!" I yelled at my gut.
"Who are you talking to?" A familiar voice said behind me. I turned on my heels to see exactly who that voice belonged to but in the process I tripped and fell onto the ground.
The voice boomed with laughter. "Yeah, I'm fine thanks for your concern." I said while getting up and dusting myself off.
"I didn't ask." I looked up at the jerk and my breath caught in my throat. wipe that drool off your face. My thoughts told me. "What are you looking at?" The man gave me a smug smile. "You." I simply replied.
Snapping out of my daydream I remembered the first encounter I had with him. "What do you want?" I huffed at him. "I wanted to offer you a ride." I eyed his motorcycle then him. its totally worth it. "Ok."
"Wait what?" He said in surprise. "I said ok as in O. K. as in alright, as in I need a ride. I said with a smartass attitude.
"Usually girls say no, then I have to chase them down and make them which leads into a make-out session." He said it like it was mandatory to say no. I just hopped onto the back of his motor cycle.
"Alright you asked for it. Hold on tight." and that was the last thing he said before we were blazing through the air like no other and I was holding on for dear life.
