Tales of a Music Prodegy

Trips and Trouble

I am standing in my room looking at my closet full of clothes, trying to decide on an appropriate outfit for the tour of the school today. I finally decide to go with a not-too-stuck-up look and wear my black super-skinny jeans and a white, flowy tanktop, with a jean jacket overtop. I grab a small black purse to go along with it, and stick my phone inside. After that, I walk over to my vanity and plug in my straightener. While I wait for it to heat up, I apply light makeup and then straighten my hair. I take one last glance in the mirror, and grab my suitcase. As I make my way downstairs to the kitchen, I see my mom sitting at the counter, drinking her coffee.

"Hey, honey. How did you sleep?"

"Great, what has you up so early?" My mother is like a teenager in a fourty year old body. She always sleeps until at least noon, and doesn't say two words until she's had her usual two cups of coffee.

"I wanted to see you off, since it's a no parents tour," she says, finishing her cup and refilling it. I walk over to the cabinet and grab a travel mug. I fill it three quarters of the way with black coffee. Then I add sugar, cream, and some cappucino powder. Placing the lid on the cup, I walk over and envelope her in a hug.

"I'll be back before you even notice I'm gone," I say, and give her one last squeeze before grabbing my keys and heading out the door.

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I am sitting in my car, same as the past two hours, with Andy in the passenger seat. He told me that he wanted to come along, and I hate being in the car alone for more than twenty minutes. Though Brooklyn is twelve hours away from where I live, I didn't want to fly.It scares me so much, the thought of being miles off the ground, in a big plane. It cpuld run out of gas, or get hijacked, or burst into flames for all I know, and I'd like to live to be fourty.So we bit the bullet, and drove the twelve grueling hours to Brooklyn, New York, where I'd hopefully bew going to college next fall.

"Wanna play the question game?" Andy asks, turning in his seat so that his back is against the door, and he is facing me. I know that in the question game, anything goes, and there is no chickens, so youcould figure out a lot of dirt about someone withing the first five minutes. BUt, what the heck? It's Andrew, for crying out loud. Quite frankly there are some things I'd like to drag out of him.

"Sure. You know the rules, anything goes, no lying, and there is no chickens."

"Deal," he says, "you go first."

"Okay, who is your celebrity crush?"

"Jennifer Lawerence. Who is this mystery dude that you like?" This isn't real life. Did he really just ask that? I mean, there is still ten hours left of this car ride, and I have no escape, nowhere to hide out. It looks likeI'm going to have to stretch the truth a little. Not lie, becaue that'd be breaking the rules. I'll just hint at the fact that it's him and hopefully, he'll be oblivious and not get it.

"Well, I can't tell you that."

"No chickens!"

"But what if you were to tell him, and he doesn't like me back?"

"Then you know that it wasn't meant to be. Now, fess up."

"Well, I can tel you he's tall, about your height, and has these gorgeous green eyes-"

"Kay Kay, you're zoning out. Why can't you just tell me a name?"

"Because, we are friends, and if he were to find out, it could all be ruined. Also, if he didn't like me back, it'd crush me inside. Not even PIper knows," I say. I really hope he's stupid enough to buy this.

"How do you know it won't work out? How do you know he doesn't like you back?"

"Because, Andrew, the fact of it all is, guys just don't see me in that way. I'm just a friend. Nothing more."