Melody’s POV
I threw on my clothes with my alarm STILL beeping. (Outfit on side)
“UGH. Dumbass.” I muttered under my breath, cursing that damned alarm. I have a fairly large room, stacked to the ceiling are books, but in a few weeks is the time I change that. EXTREME MAKEOVER--ROOM EDITION! Except I’m NOT bringing contractors in, I’m just gunna spend a day cleaning. Awk.
I stalked across the room, my frustration evident in my wandering, quick gait. I slammed my hand down on the off switch, flinching as I missed and the glass table breaks. For the fourth time this year. Oops. Damn, I really need to get a wooden table, like honestly Melody have you not learned your lesson yet?
I then inwardly shuddered as I remembered and got the biggest smile on my face. I AM GOING TO A CONCERT, YA STINKER. Not just an concert though, A DEMI LOVATO CONCERT!
“EEEEEEEEEeeee” I screech, my fangirling guts jumbling around and giving me butterflies. (Not the kind when you like someone, but the kind you get when you fangirl)
“God. Pull it together Melody. Stop fangirling. You’ve gotta get to school.”
FLASHBACK
“OMG GUYS IM ACTUALLY FANGIRLING SO HARD RIGHT NOW” I typed onto my phone. I sent it, then gave it a once-over, as I always do. I realized quite a bit too late I had sent it saying: “OMG GUYS IM ACTUALLY GANG IRKING SO HARD RIGHT NOW” I quickly stomped out a reply: “sorry, gee whiz autocorrect get your shit together. *fangirling”
Melody’s POV
Looking back, I realized that I never did get a reply from my friends.
I stomped down the stairs, my shoes creating echoes that bounced off the walls and delivered them straight into the elephant ears of my mother.
“Honey, could you come to me for a minute?” She hollered.
