The Wrong Places

Chapter 1: Attitude

"Kelby! You need you to clean your room!", my mother shouted from the bottom of the spiral staircase. "Why?" "We are having guests over for dinner tonight!" I didn't realize dinner would be held in my room, I thought. Oh boy if I said that out loud, I would have been grounded until collage. "Okay" I replied with sarcasm. "Watch the attitude young lady!" "Sorry mom!" Yikes! Yep, I was really cutting it close tonight. I closed the book that I was reading and hopped off my chair. I opened the maple door to reveal my teal room with pink chevron accents. I picked up a few things here and there and put them in there proper place. I climbed the ladder into the loft and made my bed before returning to the kitchen where my mom was making dinner. "So, who's coming over tonight mum?" "The Petersons." My smile turned into a frown. "The Petersons? As in Matt Peterson?" "Yes, what's wrong with him?" my mom questioned. What's wrong with him? Oh nothing maybe just that he is annoying, snotty, and the worlds biggest brat! But all that I managed to get out was, "Nothing" "Okay then. Why don't you set the table?" "Is that an order?" "Yes." I sighed. A whole night, with Matt Peterson? Ugh might as well kill myself with a spoon.

I trudge back up the stairs and into my room. I need to calm down. I sit down in a nearby chair and pick up my 1960s Hummingbird Guitar and Dirty Sock Band pick. I strum it lightly and look at the pages of notes I scribbled down yesterday. A blue sticky note catches my eyes. It's a note from my dad. I set my guitar down gently and peel the note from my music. Within my dad's messy handwriting I make out, "Love the song. Has it got a title? xxDad". I crack a smile and stick the message on my bulletin board. I start to playing random chords and write down a few more things before I hear the doorbell. "Kelby! The Peterson's are here!" my mom says. Time to face my doom.