"Wake up Georgia!!!" My mum called for the six millionth time, "I have something to tell you!" My immidiate thoughts were 'ooh! big announcement' but before i could even think about getting up i had to do the 10 minute stretch that you do whilst still in bed just to prepare you for the day. Today was a bad day, why? because it was my birthday, yeaaahh. Most people i know usually get really excited for their birthdays, but no, not me. Today I was 18 and usually in the UK when you turn 18 all of your friends take you out to get smashed, but not me. Mainly because i only actually have one friend and she had to move to be able to persue who she wanted to be so i don't see her anymore.
I picked up my phone to see several million twitter notifications and a text message. I opened the text message and smiled, it was from my only friend: Leia. It read: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!!! Hey! Happy birthday! 18 huh? How'd you get so old so fast? I sent you a present so it should be there by now, hope you enjoy. And remember: smile, Georgia, someone could be falling in love with your smile. xxx. Yeah, she writes long text messages. I was so tempted to just reply with 'k' because i knew how much that would annoy her, but instead i replied with a thank you and told her to bugger off about the old part of the text. I then moved on to my twitter notifications. Ashley Purdy tweeted twice, so had CC and even Andy had tweeted! Yeah, ok, there's something you should know about me; I'm not exactly what you would call 'normal' which is probably why i get bullied so much: I wear black, i listen to rock and roll/ heavy metal and my favourite band is the Black Veil Brides. If you have a problem with these facts about me, then your not alone, now run along and join all of the boringly average people who hate me. Yeah bye! If your still here then hi! Now, back to the story...
I rolled out of bed and walked over to the curtains. My room was pretty basic: Dark purple walls with one wall that is black with a white vine-ish flower-ish theme and purple curtains with darker purple swirls on them. I drew the curtains to let in the- oh, wait. That's right. It's England, there is no sun, just rain and today was no different. I looked out into the slow drizzle at the passing cars and the small puddles (small in England basically means swimming pool size). Sighing, i walked over to the mirror and began brushing and straightening my hair. This process usually takes a while as my hair is waist length. It is naturally dark blonde with lighter blonde highlights but my mum agreed that i could dye it black after she accepted me for who i was (not a little princess, i can tell you). Since then i have had a blue streak put in it that really brings out my emmerald eyes. I am medium/tall (5,7") and am quite skinny (i also pestered my mum for a running machine. yeah i'm an annoying child). I threw on my comfiest black long sleeved jumper with fake leather shoulders and black skinny jeans, before doing my eyeliner and heading downstairs.
"Morning" i said to my mum casually. " took you long enough!" my brother chimed in. I swear that kids aim in life is to make mine a living hell. So far, he's succeeded. I rolled my eyes and he stuck his tongue out in return, he's extremely childish to say he turns 16 this year. "Morning dear, happy-" I swiftly cut her off "I told you not to mention that" i whined "Too late" she teased, smiling "look, i made pancakes especially, but if its not your birthday i guess i can just give them to the birds" "NO!!!" me and my brother cried. She laughed and plated them up. After a gorgeous breakfast it dawned on methat my mum hadn't told me what the announcment was. "Mum? What did you want to tell me?" She stared at me for a few seconds which basically means 'Hey Georgia, just letting you know that you're not going to like this at all' "well, me and your brother have made the decision to move to America and you're coming too" WHAT???? She can't do this to me!!! I mean sure i hate it here, but what about Dad? When am i going to see him?? ( My mum and dad split up when i was three and i still don't know why. apparently im 'not old enough' or something like that) I could feel them both looking at me waiting for my reaction but i was frozen. Stay calm, stay calm. Think happy thoughts.
"Why?" i eventually managed " well... we thought it would be a good idea, you know, a new start in a new place. Not to mention the weather would be better." The weather. The weather? All she can think about is the stupid weather?!?!? I couldn't hold it in anymore, i exploded at them. Shouting about the weather and how maybe i didn't want a new start and how they didn't even have the courtesy to ask me!! I eventually fell silent. "Well im sorry that you feel that way but as i've said, we're going. Just think about it ok? You might even make some new friends because i know how much you struggle with that, this could be a new beginning for us. Just think about it?" Yuck. I hate emotional crap. I sighed and nodded.
" There's a parcel for you and then you have to open your presents" a parcel? That must be from Leia, i wonder what it is? "I told you not to get me presents!" ugh. Why do parents never listen? "You'll like these though, i promise" that's what she said about that dress last year... It was bright pink. She should know better, it has never been worn and it never will be. I grabbed a pair of scissors and walked over to the mysterious package. i giggled at the euphemism, pull yourself together girl!! I opened the box to see a tonne of band stuff!! There was pierce the veil and bring me the horison and all sorts!! There was even an Andy Biersack bobble head doll. Oh god i love Leia she is the best! I would so have to thank her later!!!! I then walked into the livingroom to see my mum sat holding a bag with presents sticking out the top. She handed it to me and i sat down.
I carefully took off the wrapping paper of the first gift, trying not to tear it and failing miserably. I jumped up and let out a small shriek of delight. IT WAS A BVB HOODIE!!!! I've always wanted one!!! I ran over and hugged my mum. I also got a batman shirt and belt and some band merch such as wristbands. Maybe the presents thing is a good idea. I walked upstairs, i was still pissed that we were moving but that is some pretty cool stuff. "GEORGIA???" what now?? I walked back downstairs. "You didn't look at my present" My brother said pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. "I assumed you hadn't got me one, you know as usual" He looked slightly offended which just made me want to laugh. "I'm offended. Fine, if you don't want it...." Hey. I never said that. "whoa whoa whoa, i never said that" He chuckled before handing it to me. Wow, it must be a special occasion. He handed me something, he usually just throws it as hard as he can at my face. It was a card, i opened the envolope and it was just an average birthday card. I was afraid to open it, knowing him he'd probably brought a card with a pop up clown in it or something.I cautiously opened the card and nothing happened. Hmmmm. A small slip fell out. I looked at it and my jaw fell open. I looked at my mum who nodded encouragingly and said "I agreed to this don't worry. It's your responsability if you want to use it or not" I looked at it again just to make sure it was real. It was a coupon for money off a tattoo!!! This would be my first tattoo and i already knew what i wanted and where i wanted it. I can't believe my mum was cool with this!!! I already knew the tattoo shop in question was good because all of my family that have tattoos have been there and they never had any problems.
"When do you want to get your tattoo?It has to be soon if your going to because we're leaving remember? So it has to be sometime in the next month." Wow. One month. Way to ruin a moment there, thanks mum. " Well i already know what i want so... now?" i said unusually high pitched. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like your being rushed into it." I was ready, and that's the truth. I had been wanting tattoos since i was 13, i had done my fair share of waiting. "I'm ready"
