Izzy's POV
I woke up to my phone buzzing next to me. I rubbed my eyes to see the alarm on my phone going off. Why did I set this again? I sprung out of my bed almost tripping over my sheets when I came to the realization that the Demi Lovato tickets are going on sale this morning. Shit, shit, shit. I forgot to ask my mom! I ran downstairs like the ground was on fire, frantically searching around the house for my mom. "Mom!" I looked into the kitchen to see her drinking her coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Jesus, Izzy. It's 8 in the morning. Why on earth are you yelling? You're going to wake your brothers." She snapped back at me.
"I-I'm sorry. Um, do you have a minute?"
She looked up from her morning coffee and raised an eyebrow. "I guess. What is it? You're not pregnant, are you?!"
"God, no! I-I was just wondering if maybe I could um, go see Demi Lovato in concert when she comes town." I trailed off, nervously grabbing at the sleeves of my sweatshirt.
"Does it look like i'm made of money? I just spent $800 on new golf equipment for your little brother. Now maybe, if you actually did some type of activity then I would spend money on you. But a concert? Not quite the activity I had in mind." She glared at me while slamming her hand on the table.
"Um well, I-I uh.. well-" I stammered out.
"God damnit Izzy. Spit it out." She spat back at me.
"I babysat and bussed tables all last summer and I have about $2,000 in savings. Do you think I could buy the tickets and VIP package?" I somehow managed to get out of my mouth. Shit, she's going to say no. I shouldn't of asked her.
"Whatever, Izzy." She got up and grabbed her keys. "You need to get out of the house anyways." She walked out of the house and to her car.
Holy shit. I'm going to meet Demi Lovato. I'm going to meet the girl who saved me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I ran back up to my room and screamed into my pillow.
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September - A Demi Lovato FanFic
FanfictionMy name is Isabelle Marie Rihley but everyone calls me Izzy. I'm 17 years old and I hate the world. My parents? Total assholes. They adore my brothers but me? I'm pretty sure I was some type of mistake or something. They say they love me but no one...