Ashley
"Ashley!" My mother called to me from downstairs.
I rolled over and shoved my fluffy pillow straight over my free ear, trying to pretend like my mom had a mute button.
She rang again, "Ashley! Get up!"
"For what?" I whispered to myself, tossing the pillow away and sighing loudly.
"Ash?" My mom said, her voice sounding more tender than before from right outside of my bedroom door.
"Yeah?"
I could almost hear her grinning, "Do you want to do something today?"
"Like what?" I asked. That may have sounded a little bitchy, but she was annoying me. I just wanted to sleep, I mean I'm a teenager.
"What do you want to do?" she asked.
I finally got up from my bed, slowly, and opened up my bedroom door to the sight of Mom's bright, shining set of teeth smiling my way.
"Why don't we get some lunch? Maybe shop?" Mom suggested, her voice trying to enstow some cheer into me while I looked at my rat's nest of hair in the mirror.
I agreed reluctantly, "Alright."
"Oh, good," she said, clapping her hands, "And Joey will be home very shortly, then we can go!"
I stopped dead in my tracks while brushing my hair, then started getting back under the blankets atop my bed, "Nevermind."
"Really, Ash?" she sighed, "That's how it is going to be?"
I pulled the covers over my head to sheild my brain from registering the thought of possibly having to spend the day aside my mom and her brand spanking new husband, Joey. Joey and my mom are one of those forty-something-year-old couples you see walking around the mall acting like teenagers; holding hands, grabbing ass, and sucking face. Why would I want to hang out with them all day long? I would rather watch some YouTube videos and scroll aimlessly through Tumblr. Actually, that sounds like a great way to spend my day.
When I popped out from under the covers to fetch my laptop, mom and her cheery ass attitude were gone, but she had managed to leave my bedroom door wide open, as usual.
I don't like my mom's new husband, I'll be honest. I don't like being around him, I don't like when my mother is around him, and I don't like him living in the same house as me. Unfortuantely, I have no choice. For some reason, whether it be his money, his tight clothes or his pretty good job as a doctor, Mom is crazy about him. He tries to be my dad, and just because mine is not around doesn't mean I need him to fill the slot, I don't need that one bit.
Bad enough that I have to live with him and see him all day long, but my mom moved me to North Carolina so we could live in some big, fancy house here. I don't understand why we could not have just stayed in Massachusetts, you know, where I have friends and a life. Joey insisted that we move to a "more promising part of the United States," as if there is something wrong with Massachusetts.
"Hey, kiddo." Joey said, prancing through the open door to my room.
I was staring down at my laptop when he entered, his presence did not change that.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with me and Mom?" he asked, "It will be boring, you know, adult stuff, but you can come."
I shook my head, still keeping my eyes on Tumblr, "No." He did not want me there, he didn't want me to be in the way. He never does.
"Alright, good," he said, "There are some frozen chicken nuggets in the freezer, don't wait up."
Frozen chicken nuggets? What, are they shaped like dinosaurs, too? This is the kind of thing Joey and my mom always do, basically just abandon me at home and go out. It's always nice to be left in the dust; not that I would want to tag along with them, anyway.
"Okay." I finally responded. I don't even think Joey was around to hear me say it, nor did I think he cared whether or not I responded.
Today is Friday, which means it's time for Kian Lawley's weekly Twitter follow spree. Yes. I dedicate most of my Friday nights to this follow spree because, yes, it means that much to me.
I called up my best friend back in Massachusetts, Morgan, who always stays on the phone with me during Kian's spree. Just in case he follows one of us, we both vow to celebrate to the max.
"Hey, boo." she answered.
I smiled at Morgan's voice, "You ready?"
"Of course." she said in a matter-of-factly tone.
I logged into Twitter, the spree starts at 10ET and it is currently 9:58.
"How was your day?" Morgan asked me.
Truthfully? It was horrible. Boring, loserish, horrible. Ever since I moved here about three weeks ago I've spent most of my time indoors on my laptop instead of soaking in the world famous North Carolina summer sunshine. Although Morgan is my best friend, I have been lying just a little about what goes on here in NC. I told her that I'm tanned, popular and having lots of fun; in reality, I'm a pale-skinned loser. Yes, I know, I shouldn't lie. But who wants to admit that they have been sitting indoors on the computer for the last month?
"It was pretty good," I lied, "Yours?"
She giggled a little, "Just hung out with Andrew."
Andrew and Morgan have been dating for what seems like forever, they probably about as in love as some married couples, which I must admit was always a little annoying. Morgan always would nag him about dumb stuff and they are always calling and texting one another "just to check in."
"It's 10." I announced, starting to type my first tweet to Kian.
@KianLawley #FollowMeKian My cat told me you're going to follow me tonight so I mean you have to.
"My cat told me you are going to follow me tonight, so, I mean, you have to." I read the tweet aloud to Morgan as I clicked on tweet.
Morgan laughed, "It's weird, I like it."
I smiled, the only time I smile since I moved seems to be when I'm talking to Morgan, "Hey, thanks!"
I sent out five or six more tweets, all saying the same line about my cat.
My phone buzzed, lighting up what seemed to be my entire dark bedroom.
"Oh my God." I said when I read the message on my lock screen.
Morgan's keyboard clicked and clicked to the beat of her fingers, "What?"
"@KianLawley is now following you."
The clicking stopped dead, "What?"
I repeated, "@KianLawley is now following you."
"What!?" Morgan said louder, the excitement in her voice raising up.
I yelled it out at the top of my lungs this time, "@KianLawley followed me!"
"@KianLawley followed you!!"
"@KianLawley followed me!!"
