wrong number ; jonah marais

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I heard my door handle jiggle. I tried to be as quiet as possible, not knowing who the person was. It could be anyone, the interviewer, my mom, or Laura.

I heard my mothers voice. "Im sure it was just something that fell. Lets get along with the interview," she was talking to the interviewer. I decided to listen in even though it was none of my business. "So, would you like to be in the music video with them?" I heard the interviewer ask my mother, muffled by the door.

"Could you remind me of who the video is with again?" she questioned the interviewer. My mother can be so forgetful, she always is. "Yes, it is a band known as Why Don't We. They really love your work, and I do too." wait. Why Don't We as in Jonahs band? The Why Don't We. My Why Don't We?

"Of course they seem like a nice group of boys, Why Don't We!" I heard my mother say, making a pun out of their band name. Well this is just great. I need to tell someone, but I can't.

"Well, I guess that's all, well see you tomorrow at the studio to start the video," I heard the interviewer say. No, don't leave, not yet. I don't want my mom to do something to me.

I heard the front door open and a few muffled goodbyes. Then I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs to my room. Bang. My mom was banging on the door, trying to get in. I felt a tear run down my cheek and my muscles tensed up. Bang. "Sophia!" my mom yelled through the door. I brought my knees up to my chest and held them. "Sophia you better open this damn door. Right. Now." My mother yelled louder.

I wanted this to stop. Please make it stop. My life was so good just the other day. What happened?