That Girl
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"Okay, Silvie, stop crying, I can't understand a word you're saying," I said desperately into the phone. "And stop screaming, too," I added. My friend waited a moment to compose herself, then spoke. "My parents *sniff* are seriously the most *sniff* amazing *sniff* human beings I've ever met!" She spoke in a shaky voice.
Silvie's family is the richest family I know. They practically print money they're so rich. Her dad is a famous doctor so they are billionaires. She always has the latest "in" look, she always throws the hottest parties, and she always gets the best presents. I couldn't wait to see what amazing thing she got that time.
I asked exactly what I had been wondering. "What did you get this time?" I said sarcastically as I fiddled with the hem of my denim blouse. "I got second row tickets to a One Direction concert! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!" She screamed, which made me nearly deaf. "Whoah, hold on, one who?" I asked confusedly. "Uhmm, One Direction, the, like, hottest band in the world right now! How can you fricking not know who they are?!" She said in a slightly angered voice which startled me for a second; I had only asked a question. "Ugh, okay, nevermind. Why are you telling me this?" I asked. I really didn't care if she was going to another famous concert. She goes to about three a month. " I'm telling you this because YOU'RE coming with me!" She explained. "Okay, not to offend you or anything, but why waste a ticket on someone who doesn't even know who the hell these people are?" I asked, my eyes wandering back to my computer I had been previously using. "Because you're my best friend and I want you to be there with me! God, Mar, you are making this so difficult! She exclaimed. "But-" "Will you go with me or not?" She interjected me. I waited a second. Should I just be a good friend? "Sure, I'll go." I said in a faked enthusiastic voice.
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you! This is gonna be sooo much fun!" She squealed. "Kay, I'll text you the deets later, bye!" She added abrubtly and then hung up. I locked my Iphone and tossed it behind me on my bed. I looked down at my bare legs. "Man, I should really go tanning soon," I thought to myself. I had been getting paler and paler lately and I didn't know why. I was almost baby-butt white.
"MOM?" I yelled downstairs. "Yes honey?" She shot back. "Can I go to some concert with Silv?" I asked nervously. "Who's concert is it?" She asked. "Mom, don't be so protective of me. I'm eighteen and I can pretty much go to any concert I want since I'm an adult now." I shouted down. "Well then why the hell did you even ask then?" She asked sassily. "Jeez..." I muttered under my breath.
I heard a vibration on my bed. I turned around and saw that my screen was lit up. I swept it from the grey duvet. It read, "Text from: Silvie Markenson." I slid the arrow across the screen and swiftly tapped in my 4-digit code. "Come to my house at 4:00 pm next Saturday so we can get ready for the CONCERT! xx" I pondered the message for a moment, then quickly replied with, "Okay, I'll see you then :) ~Marnie Olson." I don't know why I always add my name at the end of texts; I guess it's just an old habit.
I brought my phone over to my desk where my laptop was. I set my phone down next to my MacBook Air and yanked open the silver device. Google opened and I swiftly typed into the search bar, "One Direction." I wanted to see who these people were before I actually attended the concert. I pressed the button and it loaded for a moment. Then, a whole bunch of titles popped up, from Youtube music videos, to biographies of all the members, and some pictures of the members. I clicked on Google Images so I could see their faces. Five boys popped up; one with blonde hair with some brown roots and a cute smile, one with light brown hair which was kind of swept to the side, one with a buzz cut and pretty eyes, another with big, curly brown hair and dimples, and one with cool, dark brown hair with a light streak in the front.
I was bored of looking up boy bands on my computer so I lazily stood up from my seated position and twirled over to the door way. I hesitated for a second, looked back at my laptop, and walked out.
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3/11/13