The Real Me

Chapter One

Just my luck, locked. And, it get better, I don't have my key.

Hello, my name is Marci Jameson, I'm 18 years old, I live with my friends Grace and Kylie in a house that my dad bought for us. I have kinda long blonde hair, braces, blue eyes, you know, the usual.

Right at this moment, I am locked out of my house, because I forgot my key in my room. And I need to get inside. Good thing technology was invented.

I pulled out my cell phone and called Grace, since she was first in the contacts. After three rings, she answered.

"Grace! Get home now! I left my key inside." I practically yelled into my phone.

"Okay, number one, you could've said please. Number two, I'll try to get home as soon as I can. And number three, say hello." Grace said. Really Grace?

"Hello. Now please hurry up and get home." I said.

"Okay." With that, she hung up.

I sat on the steps in front of the house and waited for Grace to get home. Kylie was in basketball practice, so she isn't that reliable as a source.

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"Marci!" I heard someone yell.

"Grace!" I screamed, pretty scared.

"I'm here, and you were asleep on a dirty nasty step. Take a shower and help me with food. Now!" She said in a motherly tone. Ugh!

I walked back to my room, the master bedroom. They only thought it was fair because I'm the youngest out of them all, and my dad bought the house.

I go into my bedroom and grab a Lakers tank top, shorts that say 'Twerk' on the back, and slipper boots. I grab my undergarments, and head off to the adventurous lands called my bathroom.

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After a good 30 minute shower, I got out, dried off, put on clothes and went to my bedroom. I grabbed a hair tie and put my hair in a ponytail.

I walked out to the kitchen to see Grace and Kylie, arguing, as usual.

"Hey! Hey! HEY!" I screamed.

"Jesus! Marci, you scared me." Kylie said. "Now tell Grace onions are nasty!"

"They actually are, sorry Grace." I said, popping an olive in my mouth.

She huffed and continued cooking, while talking to us, also holding a ridiculously large knife. It's a sign.

The home phone started ringing. I ran to get it.

"Hello?" I said to the other person. "Jameson-Robinson-McAden residence."

"Hi, my name is Sydney, and I think I have the right person, is this Marci?"

"If this is a tax collector, Kylie handles all money."

"No! No, my name is Sydney, I'm your aunt. How would you like to come to Australia for a summer?"

"Hold on! I have an Australian aunt, and my parent never- you know what? I'll have a strict talk with them later. But yeah, Australia actually sound fun." I looked at the girls, who migrated to the living room. "Would you accept me taking two friends?"

"You can bring whoever you want. As long as my niece is happy. So is that a yes?"

"Duh! Bye aunt Sydney, already love you!"

*****

And that's kinda how I ended up at the airport with Kylie and Grace arguing, window seat, waiting to get to Australia. Pretty cool right?

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Yeah, this is a chapter. Hope you like it because I do.

Bye! 💖🎶

Juicykay