The summer holidays had officially started and Heather and I were sun bathing in my back garden on towels. In britain you have to try and get as much as sun as you can because it will all be gone before you know it.
Suddenly I heard George open his window and close it again. The he did it again and again.
Now I don't know about you but opening and closing your window three times is either retarted or suspicious. Considering it was my older brother i'm going for retarted.
I raised my head and turned around to glare at the window and the idiot who had interupted my peace but he wasnt at his window.
I ignored it and went back to thinking and sun bathing.
"I'm just gonna go to the loo." Heather said and quite hurriedly stood up and made her way indoors.
"Check on my retarted brother would you?" I called out and heard her chuckle quietly from the door before she disappeared inside.
I waited for Heather to come back for around 15 minutes. Either she was having a hard time shitting or she had gone shopping.
I decided to find her. I needed a drink anyway. I stepped into the cool shade of my house and poured myself a glass of apple juice. As I was about to call for Heather I heard some hushed speaking up stairs.
I'm not an idiot in horror movies so I didn't call out who's there. Instead I crept up the stairs to find the hushed voices coming from Georgie boy's room.
Suddenly I heard singing coming from the room. It was really good.
She was singing 'I have nothing' by Whitney Houston and her voice was absolutely amazing. I had to get the artist off George.
Suddenly her voice was drowned out a bit by the pitter patter of water. Its probably raining in the music video or whatever. I was just about to start moving towards his room when I heard George make a muffled comment followed by Heathers laugh.
I listened to the singing a bit more, memorised by her voice. Then the water stopped and i'm assuming something was happening in the video when an all too familiar song came on. The song I had made up, that no one else knew.
Meaning mystery girl was me...
HELL NO THEY DID NOT RECORD ME.
"And sent." I heard Heathers voice saying followed by a chuckle from brother dearest.
I stormed into the room and the two looked up looking like deer caught in the headlights.
I saw George's email account with a notification saying 'email sent.'
I glared at the two frozen half-wits who were gaping like fish.
"Explain." I said, with what I hoped was a steely look on my face.
They started tripping over their words in their hurry to justify their actions as they obviously had sent me singing to someone.
I held my hand up and they silenced. I pointed to George allowing him to.explain as Heather looked relieved.
"This is all a dream?" He tried. I glared at him and he shut up. "It was worth a try." I heard him mutter.
I pointed to Heather.
"Well. You see we might've accidentally on purpose sent your singing to a record label." she rushed out looking terrified. I caught every word as I was used to her rushed scentences she used when she was excited, nervous or scared.
"right." I deadpanned. "and you have the right how exactly?"
They gaped and Heather looked like she was going to speak but then shut up.
"Well guys let me tell you that as you already know; very little people have heard me sing and that's actually the way I want it. So where ever you got this crazy idea from let me just say that i trusted you and maybe you should've considered me when you decided to this."
And with that I barged into my own room and looked the door feeling completely and utterly betrayed.
