The Meet & Greet
In Agreement
Outfit
Carissa P.O.V
I walk down into the kitchen to be greeted my my wonderful mother, not.
"Carissa, come here now," she demanded.
"Yes, mother dearest," I smirked. She hates when I am sarcastic, so I'm sarcastic a lot. She crossed her arms and glared at me. I muster up a forced smile.
"Stop the attitude, I need a favor from you," she stated. I groaned in frustration.
"I need you to take your sister to her concert tonight, me and your father have a dinner," she listed. I turn around to see Reagan, my sister, standing behind me.
"Please, it will be so much fun I even have backstage passes," she jumped. Of course she does the brat gets everything she wants.
"Also, it is my birthday and I only turn 14 once," she pleaded. She is possibly the most annoying fourteen year old I know.
"No, I don't even know who One Erection is," I smirked. It is funny watching Reagan get all worked up when I call them that. Reagan stomped her foot in rage.
"Excuse me miss, but they are call ONE DIRECTION," she shouted. Wow obsessed much?
"Please just take her, I beg," my mother asked. I jumped a little forgetting she was there. I thought to myself. Well I did just get a boy band shirt from the thrift shop that I have no where to where. This is the perfect event. Also, I have nothing to do tonight so maybe this will be worth it. I turned toward my sister.
"Fine brat, but I refuse to dance, sing or make a fool out of myself and you don't talk to me okay?" I stated. Her face instantly turned to pleasure and so did my mothers. Her though was more relief. Reagan jump and hugged me.
"Oh my god thank you thank you thank you," she yelled. I pushed her off of me because I hate hugs.
"Yeah yeah whatever," I stated.
"Thanks honey," my mother smiled. I turned around walking up to my room, flicking my mom off. Now, I have to pick out my outfit. Tonight will be hell, mine as well look hot.
Carissa P.O.V
I walk down into the kitchen to be greeted my my wonderful mother, not.
"Carissa, come here now," she demanded.
"Yes, mother dearest," I smirked. She hates when I am sarcastic, so I'm sarcastic a lot. She crossed her arms and glared at me. I muster up a forced smile.
"Stop the attitude, I need a favor from you," she stated. I groaned in frustration.
"I need you to take your sister to her concert tonight, me and your father have a dinner," she listed. I turn around to see Reagan, my sister, standing behind me.
"Please, it will be so much fun I even have backstage passes," she jumped. Of course she does the brat gets everything she wants.
"Also, it is my birthday and I only turn 14 once," she pleaded. She is possibly the most annoying fourteen year old I know.
"No, I don't even know who One Erection is," I smirked. It is funny watching Reagan get all worked up when I call them that. Reagan stomped her foot in rage.
"Excuse me miss, but they are call ONE DIRECTION," she shouted. Wow obsessed much?
"Please just take her, I beg," my mother asked. I jumped a little forgetting she was there. I thought to myself. Well I did just get a boy band shirt from the thrift shop that I have no where to where. This is the perfect event. Also, I have nothing to do tonight so maybe this will be worth it. I turned toward my sister.
"Fine brat, but I refuse to dance, sing or make a fool out of myself and you don't talk to me okay?" I stated. Her face instantly turned to pleasure and so did my mothers. Her though was more relief. Reagan jump and hugged me.
"Oh my god thank you thank you thank you," she yelled. I pushed her off of me because I hate hugs.
"Yeah yeah whatever," I stated.
"Thanks honey," my mother smiled. I turned around walking up to my room, flicking my mom off. Now, I have to pick out my outfit. Tonight will be hell, mine as well look hot.
Notes
So, I deleted my other story and started this one. The other one had honestly not plot. Well I hope you like this first chapter, many more to come!
What do you think so far?
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Thanks and I will try
4/25/14