Stand Up

Chapter 8

I woke up to my door opening.

I open my eyes to be blinded by the sun.

I looked around to see my mom and dad over at my phone. Looking like lions with their mouths open wide with angry gazes.

"Mom?"

"Carissa! How could you! We were so worried about you! You need to tell us where you go! You can't just go off! You need to tell us! We can't lose you again!"

When I was four we went to Six Flags. I went off without them while they were waiting in line. I rode a bunch of rides until some guy took me to my waiting parents. They haven't trust me since.

"Carissa! Are you even listening to me!"

"Yes?"

"This is your warning. Don't ever do this again!"

"Yes mommy."

"Thank you."

Using Mommy always worked.

"Now who keeps texting you ^see you at 11. I will pick you up^?"

"Is there no caller id?"

"Yes. It says Katy Perry. Is that like a fan club member texting about a meeting or something?"

Omg! Katy is coming to pick me up today! Wait it's 10 now. I need to get a move on. Right now.

"No. It's actually Katy Perry."

"Carissa Grace Porter! Don't you dare be sarcastic with me!"

"No mom. I'm not playing. That's really her. And she's coming at 11 so you should leave so I can get ready."

"You better not be lying to me... I know you met her but that is a little far fetched."

"Mom! I don't have time for this! I need to get ready!"

"It better not be some boy."

"Mom!"

With my closing yell she looked at me one more time before turning her heel and stomping away. She hesitated at my door but walked through shutting it quietly on the way out.

When I heard no footsteps after the door shut I knew she waiting for me to call some imaginary boy.

I sighed deeply and walked over to my closet picking a shirt. It was blue in the back and blackish gray in the front with stars all over the front. And walked over to my drawer and picked out my classic Indie blue jeans. I finished my outfit off with my moccasin brown Bobs.

I danced Breakfast Club style to my bathroom. I closed the door behind me. My parents don't need to hear me sing.

"SWEET HOME ALABAMA! LORD IM COMIN HOME TO YOU!"

I belched out the lyrics well brushing my hair into a bun. Finishing off with my regular black sports headband.

Time for a new song. New song for everything you do right?

"HEY MICKEY YOUR SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND. HEY MICKEY!"

I yelled the song while applying a little base and powder and mascara. I didn't need much makeup. I really only used it when my acne flarred up.

I started to put on deodorant and Katy Purry perfume.

"SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT STANDING THERE IN MY AMERICAN APPAREL UNDERWEAR! I'm so down..."

I whispered the last few words trying to get those low notes. Didn't help.

I finished up in the bathroom singing Hey There Deliah and walked into the livingroom.

I saw my dad watching the Andy Griffith Show and decided to sit down and watch it with him. I really liked this show anyways.

I watched half an episode before the door bell rang.

I walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Katy and her stunning self.

"Ready?"

"Yeah. I think you should meet my parents first though."

"Okay."

I let her in and walked to the living room with Katy trailing behind me. I called for my mom and while she waltzed in I muted the t.v.

"Mom. Dad. This is Katy. Katy Perry."