Jay Cee El

Sixteen // God Awful Group

[rewritten]

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Julie's P.O.V

It wasn't until my plane landed in Denver that the idea of me being in a group had really set in. Until this time, I felt like this was just a dream and it wasn't happening. I was almost pretending that I hadn't made it through the judges homes. I would have rather not made it than be in this dumb group. Out of all the sixty people that were at boot camp, I get stuck with that annoying blonde. I'm sure that Liz is all nice and all, but I don't like her. She seems like such a prude. I just really don't like her.

And Caitlin isn't any better. I barely know her but I have a feeling she's going to be a problem. At least with Liz I can push her over. I'd probably be able to walk all over Liz, she seems like the type to allow me to do that. But Caitlin seems like the type that won't allow that. She'll must likely stand up for herself and the annoying blonde too. I was really not looking forward to this. What if they fuck up my chances of getting through to the live shows?

The idea of leaving the two girls and auditioning for something different, like The Voice, was heavy on my mind. With the Voice it was a solo act competition. There weren't any groups, I would know that I wouldn't get placed in one. I would be able to do what I want to do, providing I got that far. I don't know how easy it would be to turn a chair, it seemed hard enough getting the three yes' I got. I had a feeling that something good could come from this, but not before a lot of bad.

Singing has been my passion for so long. I've wanted to sing, I want to be signed. I want to make my own music. I don't want to be in a stupid band and have to compromise all the time. I want to make the music I want to, I want to do things my way. I don't want to have to deal with two other girls who I have little in common with.

I sighed as I looked around, waiting for my brother to come around and pick me up. When I saw the familiar dark haired boy I smiled slightly. Jake and I never had a good relationship. After our mother's death we grew apart and couldn't patch it up. It's not like we fight every single second of the day, but it's not like we get along every single second of the day. He's my brother though, and I love him.

"Jake." I called out, getting his attention. He looked up from his phone and met my gaze. He smiled as he stood up from the bench he had been sitting on. He walked over to me and offered me a one arm hug. It was awkward so I pulled away quickly.

"How's dad doing?" I asked.

"Fine, I guess. He's been busy with work. Aunt Catherine missed you like something else. She postponed her trip to Spain for this." Jake said.

I snorted, "Figures. Well, we should get going. I want to go home."

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The elevator doors opened and we were let out in the hallway. Above my apartment door was a 'Welcome Home' sign and I smiled. Jake laughed and pushed me along, telling me to hurry up. I didn't need to be told twice, I was so excited to be back home.

I just wanted to relax for these two weeks before I had to head to Maine, oh God, that's something I really don't want to do. I shook the thoughts from my head, not wanting to think of how the next few weeks would go. I pulled my suitcase along with me as Jake opened the door.

"Guess who's home!" He called.

I heard something being dropped and then the sound of someone walking. My aunt Catherine came out of the kitchen and smiled widely when she saw me. "Julie!" She exclaimed, running over to hug me. I laughed loudly as she swung me around. My thirty year old aunt was such a ball of sunshine, she really was. I guess that's what comes from being the youngest of three.

"How was boot camp? Tell me everything." She said, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me into the kitchen.

"Okay, just a sec. Jake, where's dad?" I asked, turning back to look at my brother.

"He'll be here soon. He wanted to be here when you got here but the shop needed him. He'll be here in about twenty minutes." Jake told me.

I nodded my head as I was pulled towards the table. I sat down across from my aunt and she placed a cold slice of pizza in front of me, one of my favorite dishes. Aunt Catherine began to ask me a whole bunch of questions of what had happened. She knew that I was placed in that God awful group and she was dying to know about it.

I was hesitant to tell her. It's not like I don't want her to know, it's that I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to get upset over something that I can't change. I don't want to show any emotion, I had to remain the same Julie that she knows.

"I don't know aunt Cath, it kinda sucks. I mean, I wanted to be a solo artist. I don't want to share the spotlight with somebody else, especially with two other girls. It just doesn't feel right." I finally said, shrugging my shoulders.

"It sounds fun." She said.

"Not to me it doesn't. I don't want to do this. I was thinking about quitting or something like that. I don't know if this is what I want to do." I said.

"Julie, how could you say that? This is an amazing opportunity. You could make two new friends for life, and you'll still be making music." Aunt Catherine said.

I groaned, shaking my head. She just doesn't understand. "You don't understand. I don't want friends! I don't need them, they only fuck with me. All I need is a record deal. That's all I want and until you wake up and realize that, I don't want to talk about it with you." I said, standing from the chair.

I left the room in a rush, heading down the small hallway to my room. I slammed the door shut and locked the door, feeling the burn of tears. I wiped my eyes. "C'mon Julie, don't be such a pussy." I said to myself. I made my way over to my bed and collapsed onto it.

She just didn't understand.  

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I had only been in my room for about twenty minutes before there was someone knocking at my door. I could hear my dad calling my name and I sat up from my bed, setting my phone to the side. I wasn't too excited to see my dad, we don't have the best relationship either. I mean, I love him, but we just never really clicked. I guess I've never really clicked with anyone.

Getting off the bed was a struggle because I did not want to get up, but I knew I had to. I walked across the short distance from my bed to my door and unlocked my bedroom door. Dad smiled when he saw me and wrapped me up in a hug. I awkwardly hugged him back; I've never been one for physical contact.

"How was Florida? You barely got a tan." He said, pulling away from the hug.

"Yeah, we spent a lot of time inside. And Florida was nice." I said, watching as he ran a hand through his gray hair.

"Sounds like you had fun. Well, dinners on the table. I got us a pizza. Oh, and why is your aunt so quiet? I thought she was happy that you were coming home? Did something happen?" Dad asked.

I sighed, shaking my head. "I just snapped at her I guess. I'm not happy about being put in a group and she just wouldn't leave it alone. Don't worry about." I said.

"Alright, just be nice to her. She's leaving tomorrow night. Now let's go eat dinner."

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Shorter chapter, I'm sorry but it's been an eventful day for me and yea

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—pic on the side is of Julie