Diary Of A Warped Girl

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"I can't believe we're going to NEW FUCKING YORK!" I fangirled. "Holy cheesecakes. Our lives will never be normal again. Like, ever," Ryder replied. I nodded in agreement. "Okay. So where are we staying?" Josh asked. I snapped my fingers and swallowed my spoon-full of peanut butter. "Leave that to me," I said slyly.

"Okay, when exactly IS our flight?" I asked, grabbing a suitcase. "Tomorrow at 2:30 PM," Dean replied scrolling on my laptop. "What to bring, what to bring," I muttered. I lazily dumped most of my closet into my suitcase, leaving out a pair of jeans and a Doctor Who T-Shirt. "Oi! Stop thinking about fashion, and more about stage presence! What guitars?" Josh demanded. "Well, I'm only taking one. Sam's got the my acoustic, so I'm taking Fluo." I grabbed Fluo off the wall and put her into my case. "Back to clothes," I sighed.

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"Laptop?"

"Check!"

"iPod?"

"Check!"

"Airport necessities?"

"Check!"

"Songbook?"

"Check!"

"Guitar?"

"Hell yes!"

"Alright then. You're all set," Aunt Trisha said. "Yay! I'll call or leave a message or something when we land," I told her. She hugged me and said, "Be careful." "Scout's honour!" I said, smiling. I was positively giddy with excitement. Who was signing us? 604 records? Hopeless? Interscope? Fearless? Adrenaline? Several companies ran through my mind as I drove to the airport with Josh.

We arrived and started for the check in counters. "Where's Dean? And Ryder?" I asked. "Found them! Come on!" Josh said, dragging our trolley. "Okay, so we need to go to counter number 6," Dean instructed. "From there, we're free to split up, but we need to meet up at the gate half an hour before boarding," he finished. We groaned in response and headed to the counter.

"Kinza Usman," I said handing her my [almost empty] Irish passport. "Irish, eh?" "My mum. I was born in Cabra," I told her happily. "To New York, correct?" "Yes please." "Here you go. Gate number 33. Have a safe flight!" She smiled. I waved back at Ryder and the rest of the gang, before heading off to find the nearest Starbucks.

Once I had found one, I ordered a mocha and sat down and took out my laptop. I connected to the internet and continued designing our logo. I put the finishing touches and smiled. I was a total genius. A black background with silver letters writing our name, 'The Descendants', in silver with a rainbow flame around the letters. It would look great on a T-Shirt. I called Dean to tell him.

"Dean?" "Oh, hey. What's up?" "I finished it," I gushed. "E-mail it to me, so I can forward it to them." "Oh bloody hell! Just TELL me already!" "Sorry! This is one thing that you'll just have to wait for." "I'll weasel it out of you. I'll make sure of it." "Good luck with that." "You just wait. Oh, I just sent it to you." "Shit. That's awesome, Kinza." "Thanks. I'm just gonna get a bottle of water, and then I'll meet you at the gate." "Sounds cool. See ya later," Dean said before hanging up.

I checked the signs for gate 33 and found it. I walked in, finishing my mocha and dumping it in the trash. I scanned the crowd for Ryder's infamous fedora and headed over there, checking for all the necessities.

"Hey Ryder," I said, sitting down. I took out my iPod and shuffled the songs and Billy Talent came on. "I love Billy Talent," I mumbled. I hummed along to Rusted From The Rain until Dean came and sat down next to me. "So? How are the nerves?" He asked, pulling out an earphone. I gave him a death glare, but sighed. "Honestly? I'm not ready for this. I'm so scared! We've only ever played at school events and random local events," I rambled quietly. "Relax. You'll be fine. We believe in you," Dean whispered back. "I'm so scared," I whispered. "Yes. Because you, OF ALL PEOPLE, would be scared of something you've wanted your WHOLE life," Dean said sarcastically.