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this was it, two more days until I was finally seeing and meeting my favorite band, The Neighbourhood. They've made a huge impact on my life, there story, and there music has definitely inspired me in many different ways. They've helped me through self harm, and somewhat depression.. I still come across sitting in my room and wanting to commit suicide though-- but when I feel that way, I turn on there music, and I'm immediately in a better mood.

So, let's get to reality. I have a very strict mother, even though I am 19 years old, and should be living in my own house I still live in her house, sadly. Since my mother has been strict for almost my whole life, getting these wonderful tickets was terribly hard to convince my mother into letting me go. She says, "You live under my roof, so I still make decisions for you if you're going out far." Which completely pissed me off because I do have my own car, and a job. For my father, he's dead. But it's okay, I know he's in my heart.

"Isabelle Lucia Luther, get your bloody ass down here!" Dear lord.

I slid out of my sheets and walked lazy-like down the stairs, definitely not in the mood to deal with Ms. Hell right now.

"What is this?" She blurted out, holding underwear in her hand. Her cheeks rosy and her eyebrows furrowed.

"Mom, calm down. They must've fallen out of the basket when I was taking the laundry to the basement," I explained, trying not to cause anything to extreme. To be honest, no, I did not drop them The other night I had some friends over and happened to be slightly drunk. A hottie was in the house and we, well, dropped my panties and his boxers.. if that's a more pure way to put it.

"Belle. Are you lying to me?" She asked, closing her eyes and lowering her fist.

"Mother. No, I am not lying to you." I said, crossing my arms.

She huffed and said nothing, but handed me the panties before storming off into the kitchen, someone was on there period.

I ran back up stairs, slipping back into my covers and opening my laptop. The background of course, being Matthew Healy. Oh how we was such a babe.

a/n: tell me what you guys think, yeh?

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