The Writer
Hello My Name is: The Writer
“LINDSEY! LINDSEY! LINZ-KINZ! LINZIE KINZIE KINZ! WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!” My best friend Lauren Screams in my ear. I flop over onto my other side putting a pillow over my head to drown her out. “LINDSEY COLLEEN CONRAD! YOU’RE CAN NEVER EVER EVER DROWN LAUREN BUTLER OUT!” I groaned and suddenly felt the warm blankets being pulled off my body. My natural instinct was to curl up into a little ball trying to cease my escaping body heat.
But then that stupid bitch beat me with a pillow. Do you hear me?! She beat me with a muthafuckin pillow! “GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET. UP!” I jumped outta my bed like I was a freaking ninja. “Okay Muthafuckah! I’m up I’m up!” Lauren hit me with the pillow one last time before I pounced on her, the pillow flying from her hand and sending my poor best friend sprawling to the floor. I just stood over her and she started to laugh. “Hmmph” I said and walked away towards the bathroom. “C’mon Linz-Kinz! I was justa kitten!” She said running after me, but I slammed the door in her face! “GET OUTTA THERE BEEYOTCH!” She screamed. “NO HOE-BAG!” I shouted back. Yes. This was normal. And Yes. We were just kidding. That girl is like legit my best friend. No….Wait that girl is like my sister. I smiled and started to undress for my shower. Something was in the air telling me today was gonna be a good ass day. I was totally right.
I came out of the bathroom about an hour and a half later, with my dark red hair curled and my bangs pulled to the side. I was wearing white Capri’s, Silver sparkly toms and a pink One Direction Crop Top. My prescribed nerd glasses were pushed far up onto my face because my prescribed contacts weren’t going to be delivered until Monday. Today was a Saturday so no University…for me at least. But I was supposed to meet Mr. Henk today. Our Creative writing class had to write him a three paragraph letter on the one subject we dreamed to write about one day. I told him all about how much I admired One Direction and that I would love to write a biography about them. I told him it was my dream since I was a young girl, when they were officially announced on the X-Factor as a group. I followed them, kept note of interviews and would continue on writing my blog as well as my MANY and diverse Fanfics about the boys. But I had told Mr. Henk I had always wanted my dream to become a reality and the day after we handed our letters in he told me to meet him at Starbucks Saturday at Noon. He had a surprise for me! I wondered what it could be for AGES but finally I just gave up. I’d have to see in due time.
I gave Lauren a kiss on the cheek which she returned, grabbed my white lace shoulder bag and headed down the stairs to street. I hailed a Taxi and told him my destination. We pulled up in front of the Starbucks on the Eastern end of North London, in less than 15 minutes. I paid the driver, and got out of the cab. I walked in and seated myself at a table. I didn't wait more then 5 minutes until Professor Henk walked in talking to another man...I froze. That man. No…It couldn’t be. Could it? When they turned towards me. I gasped. I’d know that face anywhere! The man my professor was talking to was none other than Paul Higgins!
Mr. Henk and Paul spotted me and walked over towards my table. They sat down and I reached out to shake Paul’s Hand. “Mr. Higgins? I’m Lindsey. Nice to meet you!” I said smiling. He shook it whilst raising an eyebrow. “So Polite! I love it!” He chuckled. I smiled. Then Mr. Henk started to explain. “Well, Miss Conrad, I was reading your letter, So I decided to call up an old friend of mine. I see you already know Paul so I’ll skip the introduction. Here’s the deal Lindsey. I had showed Mr. Higgins some of your samples and we both agreed that you would be a perfect fit for writing a biography about the boys. So with your cooperation we’d like for you to be able to go on tour with the boys, for the entire Where We Are 2014 tour. We think that your Biography will be very successful. Mr. Higgins will allow you to be with the boys everywhere. Rehearsal, Backstage, even bunks. Can we trust you to make an incredible book?” I could hardly believe my luck. I swallowed hard and just nodded. Mr. Higgins clapped his hands. “Wonderful My dear! Absolutely wonderful! We shall see you in front of North Star Records tomorrow where we will be loading up the tour bus.” He smiled and got up to walk away but I stopped him. “Uhhhm. Mr. Higgins Sir. I have one request.” I begged. “Alright my dear. Shoot!” I smiled. “I’d appreciate not to have my name distributed.” I asked hopefully. He just smiled. “Whatever you wish to be called. Its all up to you! See you tomorrow 8am Sharp!” He said leaving. “Thank you so much Mr. Henk!” I said, as he smiled. “You’re very Welcome Lindsey. Its my pleasure to have such a talented young writer living her dream!” I blushed at the compliment and rushed outside. Little snowflakes were starting to fall and I smiled widely as I realized I would finally get to live my dream!
8am Sunday Morning I was out in the chilly morning air waiting in front of North Star Records just as Mr. Higgins directed. I heard the roar of an engine and saw the One Direction Tour bus pull up in front of me. The doors opened and Mr. Higgins stood in the doorway signaling for me to come in. I rushed up the stairs in my high-heeled winter boots and brushed off the tiny snowflakes clinging to my hair and clothes. My high-heeled brown boots looked adorable with my dark brown sweater dress and nylons, or at least I thought so. My Dark red hair was curled and I had a dark brown beanies on top making my hair pop because of the contrast. Mr. Higgins led me to the bunk area where the boys were already seated playing x-box. I looked at the screen and realized they were playing Call of Duty Black Ops 3. I squealed earning interesting looks from all the boys. Liam held up a controller. “Wanna give it a go miss?” I nodded and sat down next to him.
Half an hour later. The boys looked at me astounded. I had whooped all their asses Five freaking times! And yes...I was counting! I blushed and got up off the couch. Mr. Higgins had reentered the room and saw the looks on the boys faces. “Well lads didn’t your mum ever teach you not to stare!” He scolded. “Paul! She beat our asses at least four times!” Harry spoke finally. “Actually Five. I counted!” I said smugly. The five of them looked at me with lopsided grins. Finally Paul Spoke up. “This is the young lady I was telling you about boys.” They stuck out their hands and I shook them. “Hello Boys. My name is…The writer!”
But then that stupid bitch beat me with a pillow. Do you hear me?! She beat me with a muthafuckin pillow! “GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET. UP!” I jumped outta my bed like I was a freaking ninja. “Okay Muthafuckah! I’m up I’m up!” Lauren hit me with the pillow one last time before I pounced on her, the pillow flying from her hand and sending my poor best friend sprawling to the floor. I just stood over her and she started to laugh. “Hmmph” I said and walked away towards the bathroom. “C’mon Linz-Kinz! I was justa kitten!” She said running after me, but I slammed the door in her face! “GET OUTTA THERE BEEYOTCH!” She screamed. “NO HOE-BAG!” I shouted back. Yes. This was normal. And Yes. We were just kidding. That girl is like legit my best friend. No….Wait that girl is like my sister. I smiled and started to undress for my shower. Something was in the air telling me today was gonna be a good ass day. I was totally right.
I came out of the bathroom about an hour and a half later, with my dark red hair curled and my bangs pulled to the side. I was wearing white Capri’s, Silver sparkly toms and a pink One Direction Crop Top. My prescribed nerd glasses were pushed far up onto my face because my prescribed contacts weren’t going to be delivered until Monday. Today was a Saturday so no University…for me at least. But I was supposed to meet Mr. Henk today. Our Creative writing class had to write him a three paragraph letter on the one subject we dreamed to write about one day. I told him all about how much I admired One Direction and that I would love to write a biography about them. I told him it was my dream since I was a young girl, when they were officially announced on the X-Factor as a group. I followed them, kept note of interviews and would continue on writing my blog as well as my MANY and diverse Fanfics about the boys. But I had told Mr. Henk I had always wanted my dream to become a reality and the day after we handed our letters in he told me to meet him at Starbucks Saturday at Noon. He had a surprise for me! I wondered what it could be for AGES but finally I just gave up. I’d have to see in due time.
I gave Lauren a kiss on the cheek which she returned, grabbed my white lace shoulder bag and headed down the stairs to street. I hailed a Taxi and told him my destination. We pulled up in front of the Starbucks on the Eastern end of North London, in less than 15 minutes. I paid the driver, and got out of the cab. I walked in and seated myself at a table. I didn't wait more then 5 minutes until Professor Henk walked in talking to another man...I froze. That man. No…It couldn’t be. Could it? When they turned towards me. I gasped. I’d know that face anywhere! The man my professor was talking to was none other than Paul Higgins!
Mr. Henk and Paul spotted me and walked over towards my table. They sat down and I reached out to shake Paul’s Hand. “Mr. Higgins? I’m Lindsey. Nice to meet you!” I said smiling. He shook it whilst raising an eyebrow. “So Polite! I love it!” He chuckled. I smiled. Then Mr. Henk started to explain. “Well, Miss Conrad, I was reading your letter, So I decided to call up an old friend of mine. I see you already know Paul so I’ll skip the introduction. Here’s the deal Lindsey. I had showed Mr. Higgins some of your samples and we both agreed that you would be a perfect fit for writing a biography about the boys. So with your cooperation we’d like for you to be able to go on tour with the boys, for the entire Where We Are 2014 tour. We think that your Biography will be very successful. Mr. Higgins will allow you to be with the boys everywhere. Rehearsal, Backstage, even bunks. Can we trust you to make an incredible book?” I could hardly believe my luck. I swallowed hard and just nodded. Mr. Higgins clapped his hands. “Wonderful My dear! Absolutely wonderful! We shall see you in front of North Star Records tomorrow where we will be loading up the tour bus.” He smiled and got up to walk away but I stopped him. “Uhhhm. Mr. Higgins Sir. I have one request.” I begged. “Alright my dear. Shoot!” I smiled. “I’d appreciate not to have my name distributed.” I asked hopefully. He just smiled. “Whatever you wish to be called. Its all up to you! See you tomorrow 8am Sharp!” He said leaving. “Thank you so much Mr. Henk!” I said, as he smiled. “You’re very Welcome Lindsey. Its my pleasure to have such a talented young writer living her dream!” I blushed at the compliment and rushed outside. Little snowflakes were starting to fall and I smiled widely as I realized I would finally get to live my dream!
8am Sunday Morning I was out in the chilly morning air waiting in front of North Star Records just as Mr. Higgins directed. I heard the roar of an engine and saw the One Direction Tour bus pull up in front of me. The doors opened and Mr. Higgins stood in the doorway signaling for me to come in. I rushed up the stairs in my high-heeled winter boots and brushed off the tiny snowflakes clinging to my hair and clothes. My high-heeled brown boots looked adorable with my dark brown sweater dress and nylons, or at least I thought so. My Dark red hair was curled and I had a dark brown beanies on top making my hair pop because of the contrast. Mr. Higgins led me to the bunk area where the boys were already seated playing x-box. I looked at the screen and realized they were playing Call of Duty Black Ops 3. I squealed earning interesting looks from all the boys. Liam held up a controller. “Wanna give it a go miss?” I nodded and sat down next to him.
Half an hour later. The boys looked at me astounded. I had whooped all their asses Five freaking times! And yes...I was counting! I blushed and got up off the couch. Mr. Higgins had reentered the room and saw the looks on the boys faces. “Well lads didn’t your mum ever teach you not to stare!” He scolded. “Paul! She beat our asses at least four times!” Harry spoke finally. “Actually Five. I counted!” I said smugly. The five of them looked at me with lopsided grins. Finally Paul Spoke up. “This is the young lady I was telling you about boys.” They stuck out their hands and I shook them. “Hello Boys. My name is…The writer!”
Awuh! Thank you! This would definitely be one of my favorites...
9/20/13