Country Girl, City Boy

"hello everyone tonight I am going to sing cotton eyed joe, so enjoy." I spoke into the micro phone before pulling a strand of brown hair away from my face before I started singing.

This is my job to sing at our country bar / stables , I kady spears come from a small town called richardsonville around here everyone knows everyone and there is about only about one hundred to fifty people that live here.

i take off my cotton jersey revealing a tank top ripped jean shorts and white cowboy boots that match my white cowboy hat I was given from the town for my birthday.

" kady, kady, kady" the crowd cheered, they knew to come every tuesday and thursday nights to see me and somtimes it was kind of wierd seeing my principle / teacher getting drunk and singing loudly along with my songs.

I went to johnny the bar owner and he gave me my twenty dollars for tonight and then I jumped on blu jeans my white horse and rode home which was a ten minute ride horse back.

" mum im home" I yell going over to the oven and shoving left over roast on my plate.

as always no answer, she is probably snogging a new guy or watching a country movie.

I slip in my pj's and switch on the radio, to my luck Tear Drops On My Guitar came on my absolute favourite song and artist. I wash off the remaining nail polish on my fingers and toes when a complete new song came on, im not sure if yal have heard of it before but I hadnt really heard much pop songs taylor swift did a few time to time but never before has our radio station put on what makes you beautiful by one reflection? no one detection? im not sure oh thats right one direction.

I switched off the radio and crawled up are creaky stairs to hear the moans from my mums room.... someones going to have a pash rash in the morning, I shudder at the memory gross.

I sweep my self into bed.

" NIGHT MUM" I yell.

" night hunney tomorrow I will introduce you to my new boy friend" she yelled but I dont care, not one can replace my dad.

and with the I actually got some sleep.