The Magcon Diaries (Magcon Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

MICHELLE'S POV

"Michelle, can you come down here please?" My mum yells from downstairs.

What is it now? She always has to bother me. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I love my mum, she just gets so annoying sometimes. Cant everyone though? I try not to show it when I'm annoyed at her, but Its just so hard!

"What do you want? I'm busy!" I try to hide the annoyance in my voice.

Im 18, I mean I would've moved out by now if it weren't for her whole "I'll miss my baby," tantrum. Shes the only reason that I've stayed in this boring little town in Florida. I can always leave.

"Don't use that tone with me. I just want to ask a favor from you," she says. Her voice eases by the end which means she really needs something.

"Fine!" I yell.

What could she possibly want from me? Whatever it is I'm not going to do it. I don't care what it is. I shut my laptop and roll my eyes. Slowly, I stand up from my bed and put on my leopard print slippers. When Im downstairs I grab a soda from the fridge, and plop myself down on my couch lazily.

"What is it mother?" I ask scowling at her. She laughs and gives me a weird look. I give her a weird look back as if to ask what.

"Oh come on," she rolls her eyes, "I need you to take Kelsey to Magcon,"she says with a warm smile. Oh no. Anything but this. I swear to god I'll be the best daughter ever, she just cant make me do this. No!

"What? Why? I didn't promise to take her, you did!" I argue, still scowling at her while crossing my arms over my chest. She knows how I feel about these Magcon guys.

"I know you didn't. I would take her except I have an important business meeting that week. I'm sorry. I know you don't want to take her, but its going to be in California. Maybe you could have some fun. Take a friend. Party a little," she says winking at me.

This is the mom I've missed for so long. Ever since dad died shes been so different. I mean I know its hard, raising two daughters on your own and all, but I just miss the old mom. A lot.

"Ok. Fine, I'll take her," I raise my arms in defeat, easing my scowl, "But I still don't know what she sees in those toolbags. I mean yeah their hot but still. Their probably stuck up jerks," I whisper, hoping Kelsey didn't hear me.

Just then she stomps into the room with a hurt look on her face. How I love 8th graders. I really hope I wasn't like her when I was in eighth grade. So weird and obsessed. Ew. I'm guessing she heard me. Great.

"Don't you dare talk about them that way! They are perfect and amazing. You wouldn't know. You don't know them," Kelsey says, furrowing her eyebrows. Look, I don't even want to know them. To be honest I don't care who they are or what they're like.

Wow she looks a lot like me when shes angry. I've never actually noticed until now. The way her nose crinkles and how she whips her dirty blonde hair around. Shes like a mini me, except shes obsessed with tool bags and I'm not.

"And neither do you," I reply, smirking at her.

This sets her off. Her face gets red and for a minute I literally think that shes going to either kill me or break something

"Yes I do! I know that they are perfect and sweet and amazing unlike you! I'm constantly on their Instagram accounts and watching their Vines. I think I would be able to tell if they were stuck up jerks thank you very much. And..." She continues, but I decide to tune her out. Her yapping bores me. I start to yawn and I almost fall asleep once during her speech about these people she doesn't even know.