It was our last day here in Manchester, and I was tired.
We have been running in and out of everywhere. When Dad said all it was was a gig and an interview, he was lying.
After the gig, we had to go to a photo shoot, and then the fans were crowding us, so they stopped and took pictures with them.
And then yesterday, we didn't just have an interview. We had four. FOUR.
And I just want to go home. But the only good thing about today is that we have the day off.
So, I have no clue what they have planned though. But I hope it's fun. And short so we can go home.
"Where are we going?" I asked Dad, as we all walked down the sidewalk.
"We're just going to hang around town, and do some shopping, and go to museums if we want." He told me.
"Okay." I said, nodding. It didn't sound like a bad idea. Museums are fun if they're not the boring ones.
We were now on the plane home, and I was worn out.
We did all kinds of shopping today. Dad probably will count this for my school clothes shopping.
And we went to the museums, and it was just a fun day overall.
The only thing that really sucked though... Is that I got a cold.
I have been feeling sick a little after we went shopping. It is cold out, but it was even more cold for me.
I've been coughing in secret so my Dad doesn't find out. If he did find out, all hell would break loose.
He would be asking me questions every second, and I am really not in the mood for his questions.
Another thing that he does when I get sick, is baby me. He always treats me like a baby when I'm sick.
Whether he would ask if I need anything, or awe when I sneeze. And he would check my temperature every 30 minutes, and make sure I'm never cold.
And it just sucks.
I don't mind it as much as I'm making it seem, but I still don't like it.
And all in all, I'm cranky when I'm sick. So...
"Eve?" Uncle Louis said from beside me.
"What?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed.
"Did you have fun?" He asked. I sighed.
"Yup." I said, trying to keep my cool.
"What was your favorite part?" He asked. Oh my..
"I don't know." I answered in monotone.
"Can you just leave me alone?!" I asked, opening my eyes to look at him.
"Excuse me?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Will. You. Leave. Me. Alone?" I asked, taking pauses between every word.
"I was asking a simple question." He said.
"I know. And so was I." I told him. He glared at me.
"You need to watch how you speak to me, young lady." He threatened.
"No I don't. I'm going to treat you like everybody else." I told him.
His glare was so deadly, I thought that I was already six feet under.
"Talk to me again like that. I will have your ass in that corner for the rest of the plane ride." He threatened.
We just got on the plane like, five minutes ago. So, I'd be there for 50 minutes.
"I'm 14. I'm too old to be put in the corner." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You wanna bet?" He asked, chuckling at me.
"Sure." I say, testing him. He laughed, and shook his head.
In a split second, he was on his feet with my arm in his hand. He stood me up, and dragged me over to the corner.
"There. Now stay here for the rest of the time." He said, smirking at me.
"No! I'm not four! I refuse to stay here." I yelled, storming out of the corner and going back to my seat.
But things never go as I plan.
He grabbed my upper arm, and pulled me back to the corner.
"I don't care how old you are. If I were to ask your father if this was right, he would agree with me. Your behavior is unacceptable." He said.
"I don't care!" I yelled, stomping my foot.
Yeah, yeah. I sound like a spoiled two year old. But I don't want to be in this stupid corner.
"When we get home, I'm taking your phone. But for now, you will stay here, and I will get you when we land." He said.
He let go of my arm, and sat on the near couch so he could keep an eye on me.
I started to cry, and stand there. My head hurt, my stomach hurt, and standing was not making them any better.
All of a sudden, I had the urge to puke. I ran to the bathroom, and puked.
I heard footsteps behind me, and saw Uncle Louis' shoes. He held my hair back as I finished.
I got up, and wiped my mouth. I turned towards Uncle Louis and cried into his chest.
"Are you not feeling good?" He asked, feeling my forehead. I shook my head.
"Awe, is that why you were cranky? You should have told me, baby. I wouldn't have yelled at you." He said. I sighed.
I just wanna go home.
Quick update today.
I had to write this pretty fast because I have cheer practice in legit 5 minutes.
I hope that it's good for you!