"Wylla! Peyton! get your asses down here and clean up your shit!" oh how I love my mother when she's drunk. constantly yelling and never saying anything along the lines of "please" or "thank you". "Give me a second mum!" Peyton was always the sweet one, the goody goody, the loveable one, Me on the other hand "YOUR THE MOM! PICK IT UP YOURSELF IF YOU'RE AFRAID TO FALL OVER YOU DRUNK DUMBASS!" not so sweet. I was tired of her constantly coming home drunk or too exuasted to do anything worth while, but either way I got slaped no matter what I said.
I could already hear her storming up the stairs to my attic bedroom. I ran out the window, onto the room and down the tree near Peytons bedroom, where she just stood and waited for me to get her out so we could go get the tickets to her favorite band. Despite the fact that my mother was an epic alchohlolic, we have a suprising amount of money. I grabbed Peytons hand and we hoped down the tree onto the side walk, then began to run to the ticket selling whatchamecallit.
Finally, after abolut 20 minutes of running, we got to the ticket house, It was almost impossible to even see the building through all the screaming fans. "The blog says that the 1000th person to get a ticket here gets a backstage pass" Peyton said sadly "We have no chance" I grabbed her hand tightly and ran to the front of the line, ducking to hide from the fans. "Look Peyton!" on the side of the building was a meter, telling everyone how many more people until 1000. 893 people had gone through, so we still had a chance.
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One Direction? (a One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWylla and her sister Peyton Jeyder, won tickets to a "Sing with One Direction" concert, Peyton is their biggest fan ever, but Wylla hasn't got a clue about who they are. But when Peyton makes Wylla listen to their songs, they go to the concert, and...
