Those Heelys

Chapter Three

I wake up the next morning with tangled hair and earphones wrapped arond my neck. It's a wonder I haven't strangled myself yet. I unwrap the chords from my neck and take a peek outside. The sun is peeking out from behind the gray clouds, trying to wake up just as I am, and there are a couple snow flurries still floating around. My alarm clock says it's 7:17. There is no way my parents and brother are up yet, so I hurry to my laptop to make a Twitter account.

username: 

"Um...," I practically hum quietly. I'm not a very creative person when it comes to nicknames. My skull is pretty much empty except for a few tumbleweeds when it comes to creativity, so I just type in the first thing that pops into my head.

username: emmajaybeliebs

I like Justin Bieber, and my middle name begins with a "J", so it fits pretty well I suppose.

The first thing I search for is Justin Bieber of course, and follow him. Next up? Toby. I type in the letters carefully, as if my laptop will explode if I enter one letter incorrectly. 

There it is. The glorious Twitter page of Mr. Turner. I hurridley click the "follow" and "recieve SMS" buttons, so I don't miss a beaet of what he is doing. I follow the steps on how to recieve tweets from my phone.

"What the heck am I getting myself into?" I question myself. I already know Justin Bieber's life story, how am I going to remeber everything about a 25 year old guy?

I scroll through all his tweets, and all I see are his replies to fans, and a few tweets of his own. I quickly tweet to him, hoping that the odds are ever in my favor. 

Exiting out my twitter tab, I open YouTube and watch a few more LazyVlogs that have me laughing 'till I'm on the floor curled in  a ball. I begin to have stomach pains. I wonder if anyone laughs this much at his sense of humor as I do. 

As I'm wiping the tears forming at the corners of my eyes, I hear a  "ding!" coming from my phone. The message was from Twitter.