Let's just go... (One Direction)

The News

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"Ma'am, ma'am," I repeat as Jasmine's mother is practically yelling at the phone, "Ma'am! Please be courteous to the other patients!" She ignores me but moves towards the bathroom. "Silvara, just ignore my mom! You know how she is! Has to tell everyone my cell count." I'm about to answer but my phone goes off. I know who it is just by looking at the time. It's Sammy. My sister texts me the same time everyday with the same message: Hi Silvie! How is your day? Mine is good. I'll see you in one hour! Miss you love you! She's 30, 4'10" on a good day, and very involved with her Special Olympics team and workshop. I adore her; she's one of my best friends. I check my phone and as usual it's the same message except she added 'Oh and I have a surprise to show you and mom and dad!' Hmm, I can only imagine what that surprise is. The last time she said that, my parents 'apparently' bought 200 scarves that she was selling to raise money for her new uniforms.

"Bye Frank! See you next week!" I told the old man in the garage. He is one of the most adorable men on the planet, aside from my grandfather of course. "Bye Silvie! Go out and have some fun! You deserve it! Oh and Kyle is visiting if you want to see hi again!" Oh Frank and his dreams of me dating his grandson. I agreed once and met the all-American southern gentlemen that should've knocked me off my feet. Which he would've if he never opened his mouth. He was such an arrogant and conceited douche bag. The typical one that knew he was extremely attractive, nope I'm all set. "Maybe next time Frank!" Turning on my Jeep, Jake Owen begins to serenade me with Anywhere with you. Wow that man can sing. I have a very eclectic taste of music, ranging from country to all forms of rock to hip-hop (only the catchy songs on the radio). Leaving Mass General is always tricky since I choose to drive instead of taking the T, but its easier picking up Sammy. Luckily I miss all traffic and get there right on time. She barrels into my car speaking a mile a minute, "Hi Silvie! I missed you! How was work at the hospital? But I can't speak to you because then I will ruin the surprise since I am bad at surprises!" Any other human being wouldn't have caught a word of that, but lucky for me I speak Samantha-ese. And as usual she takes over the stereo and blasts One Direction. She's obsessed, I mean obsessed, you should see her room... and as usual I just tune it out and think about all the things I need to do before November including the MCATs, applications and saving all my pennies.

It's Friday, which means both our parents will be home cooking dinner, and watching ESPN by the time we get home. Every night is the same. Sammy runs in like a tornado and tells us her day, in detail. She's lucky she's cute or I'd have locked her in the bathroom. Instead she had us sit on the couch to tell us her good news. She locked onto my eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs "WE'RE GOING TO SEE ONE DIRECTION! FRONT ROW!"

The first thing that crosses my mind: all the little girls screaming at the top of their lungs! Just great. Sammy is talking a mile a minute about how she won 4 front row passes through a raffle from Special Olympics. Neither of my parents would go. Dad doesn't do well with crowds and Sammy already said mom couldn't go because she'd embarrass her. That leaves me because I wouldn't trust anyone else except our two brothers to keep an eye on her. Lucky for me Sammy is only taking one friend, which leaves an extra ticket for me to bring a friend to suffer with me. Their music isn't that bad, just not my cup of tea. I'm more nervous about the crowd, the noise and my sister. I know exactly whom I'm dragging to the show, and I'll be seeing her tonight!

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