*Back to this morning* (about 10 hours ago)
I was so excited. My mom, sister and I lived in Minnesota, but we were in california visiting some friends. Today we were going to some water park, i don't know the name. I was super excited.
My alarm went off at 7:00 to the radio. 'dont you leave me broken hearted tonight...' I got up and turned it off, excited for later. I turned on my ipod and started singing to One direction as i put on my cute new bikini.
Hey, It was california and it was summer. You never know when you're gonna see cute guys. I put my red hair up into a messy bun and grabbed my glasses. I decided not to wear sunscreen, because my skin was super pale and I wanted it at least slightly tanner. I slipped on my white shorts and threw a cute top in my bag with a towel and my phone.
i plugged my headphones in and went downstairs to see my sister, friend, and our moms already up and making breakfast in the kitchen. yum, they were making pancakes, my favorite.
I sat down next to my friend Layla as we got on our phones to check twitter. That was the first thing we did every morning was check facebook and twitter. Otherwise you miss tons of stuff and it takes forever to read it all later.
I got on twitter and started replying to some tweets from a couple friends. "hey red" layla said looking up from her phone.
She calls me red because I have red hair and my name is amber, and I also wear red lipstick a lot. "yeah laylie?" i reply, not looking up.
"it says that One Direction are in california." she was almost as big of a fan as i was. except for the fact that they didn't save her from suicide. But she didn't know that, so oh well.
"really? that's cool, maybe we'll see them, haha" i say and laugh with her as she practically yells "yeah I WISH!! THAT WOULD BE SO AMAZAYN!!" My little sister Kirstie snickers from across the table as she reads her celeb magazine, which is kinda odd cause shes only 10. She probly likes them so much cause im always reading them, but oh well.
"breakfast is served!" Layla's mom announces as she sets a giant plate of pancakes down in the center of the table. "Dig in!" "yesss!" kirstie cheers as she grabs four and drenches them with syrup. Man that girl can eat.
The moms sit down and I reach over and grab one pancake. I don't really eat much, plus I don't like feeling full, because then I feel fat. So I try to only take a little food when we eat. "Amber, we are going to a water park. You need to eat more than that or you are going to be starving. We can't bring in snacks and we are not stopping to eat again until lunch." my mom informs me.
"whatever, i'll be fine", I say and pour some syrup over my pancake. "honey, you need to take another one. thats not enough" mom says again. "Mom, I dont want another one, I cant eat that much" I reply getting slightly annoyed. I'm 15. Does she seriously need to tell me how much to eat? what the heck.
"You do not eat enough, you need to eat more, this is not good for you. Eat another or you aren't going" mom raises her voice at me. "oh my god mom, fine i will. But if I puke on the rides, its your fault for ruining the day." I take another one off the stack and drop it onto my plate.
It's akwardly silent, my mom and I usually try to avoid fighting in front of friends and family, but hey, she started this not me. Not my problem. I put my earphones back in and turned on Up All Night by one direction. This song always made me happy and feel like partying. It would get me in a good mood for the water park.
I was about halfway through the song (and my first pancake) when my mom rudely interuppted again.
"amber, it's so impolite to listen to music at the table. take those out now." oh my effing god. seriously? "but mom, no ones talking anyways, and laylas on her phone and kirsties reading a magazine" i say annoyed because listening to music really isn't different.
"thats different, because if someone spoke they could hear them" my mom retorts. "Um, well even with my earbuds in, i could hear you telling me to take them out" i said, my voice getting slightly sassy.
"You know what, i am your mom and i said take them out, so take them out." she said obviously getting mad. "yeah? well you kind of made me mad about the whole pancake thing, so i thought it would be ok to cheer myself up with some music so i wasn't a pain in the butt later." i said angrily. If she was going to be mad, so was I.
"oh, well your attitude is being a pain in the butt now." she said practically yelling, which wasn't very nice considering we were at the table, i thought snottily in my head.
"fine. if youre so pissed ill eat and listen to my music in my room. Im sure ill be much happier in there anyways, since you won't be there with me." i stormed up to my room, taking my now cold pancakes with me.
I made sure she could hear me slam the door. I knew that was sort of rude since it wasn't my room or my house, but I knew that my friend and her mom wouldn't care. The song switched to Everything about you. Layla walked in and sat on the bed next to me.
"hey laylie" i said and put my ipod on my mini speaker so we could both listen. I pushed my other pancake away. I wasn't going to eat it, and I didn't care what mom said. I was in a really bad mood now and didn't care if I got hungry.
I heard layla's mom calling up the stairs, telling us we were leaving in 10 minutes. "ugh", i said. "it'll be ok" layla replied. she was so comforting, but I really didn't feel like going anymore. I wanted to be alone, plus I knew that if I went, my mom and I would get in another fight, probably about how my bikini made my boobs look too big or I needed to wear sunscreen or something stupid like that.
Then my mom came up. Layla left, knowing she wanted to talk to me. "Im sorry" she said. "I didn't mean to make you so upset." "I know mom, it's just we fight so much, and about the stupidest little things" i said kind of exasperated.
"i think it's your music" she said and looked at me. Um, no. If she was about to suggest anything that had to do with me not listening to my ipod or the radio, just no. I got this attitude from my rude friends, not my music. My music was the only thing that helped me, and this was one thing she couldn't take away.
"for the rest of today, no ipod ok? i think you will be much happier!" she smiled. "mom please no", i begged. she couldn't do this. I was already in a bad mood, I needed to cheer myself up. One direction music was literally the only thing that could improve my mood. nothing else. "I need my music, it makes me happy" i said.
"well we are going to a water park, you won't need it anyways. Now put it away, we have to leave." "can I just listen to it in the car? please? i need it to cheer me back up." i was practcally begging now.
"amber, you can't live off an ipod" she replied. Oh god this was the start of another fight. I wish i could tell her i was living only because of an ipod, but that was something i never wanted her to know. ever. so i thought of something else to say.
"you know what mom? im not in a good mood, just go without me." "layla will be disappointed." "she and kirstie get along fine. I am not going to the water park if i am in a bad mood, and there is no way to get out of my bad mood without my music" i said matter of factly. "whatever. I tried. we are leaving. you will regret this." and she walked out.
Layla came back in. "i'm sorry laylie, i just couldn't do it. I can't fight with my mom all day and i know that if i came we would. I will be fine here. Just go have fun with kirstie ok?" "alright. i'll miss you though. at lunch i'll text you for a little bit." "thanks laylie, youre the best. now you better go, kirstie is yelling at you to hurry up" i giggled.
"Haha ok, im going. have fun rocking out to 1D" she said and we laughed. Ah, she knew me so well. I heard the front door shut and watched the car pull out of the drive.
As I watched them leave, something was telling me i was making the biggest mistake of my life. I just had this feeling. It wasn't like one of those feelings that make you feel like something bad was going to happen. But there was just this really strong feeling that I should go. But I looked back again and they were gone.
Oh well, it was just a water park, right? Wrong.
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