Hummingbird

My phone burst into a fit of NeverShoutNever and I groaned, "God damn you Christofer fucking Drew."

I opened my phone and turned off the alarm. Looking at the time I rolled my eyes. It was 8:30 and I was quite annoyed that I chose to set my alarm at that time since I had till 10:30 till I had to leave. Where am I going exactly? Vans Warped Tour 2010. I'm turning 18 today and my older sister wanted to take me out somewhere for my birthday. So what's a better birthday present than a bunch of concerts combined into one?

I stood up, slowly making my way over to my suitcase and unzipped it. I grabbed a gray tanktop and my favorite pair of ripped, purple skinny jeans. I rezipped the suitcase and stared into the body length mirror that hung on the wall. My jet black hair was knotted and looked almost like I was trying to turn my naturally curly hair into an afro. I grabbed my brush and immediately started on my hair, my eye twitching each time I brushed through a knot.

"God damn knots."

My preppy looking sister burst into my room and grinned, "Happy birthday, sis!'

I winced, "Isn't it too early to be screaming like that?"

She frowned, "Oh come on. It's your birthday and we're going to warped tour. Don't ruin this for me.'

I snorted, "Don't ruin this for you? It's my birthday god damn it. If you want me happy by the time we get there I'd advise you to let me get dressed in peace."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, okay."

She walked out of the room and once I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror again to see my natural curly hair and growled, plugging in my straightener. I turned it on and waited for it to heat up as I got dressed.

I ran my fingers through my upper-back length hair, "Why can't you be straight on your own for once?"

I sighed and grabbed my straightener off the side table and began to straighten my hair in sections. Staring into the mirror, I brushed my hair again, this time it turning out much straighter. I then looked over my whole outfit and nodded, deciding this was as good as it was going to get and stuffed a 10 in my back pocket.

I walked out of the room to see my fake blonde-haired sister leaning against the wall, "Do you always have to look like a depressed emo kid?"

I raised an eyebrow, 'I don't know do you always have to look like a whore?"

"Look," She began, 'I'm not gonna put up with your shit all day. Once we get to warped tour we can go our seperate ways and not have to deal with each other until the end of the night."

"Sounds great to me."

You see, me and my sister NEVER got along and right now felt like she was offering me a pass to heaven while she went to hell. But, of course, hell would be like heaven to her because she'd have her devil worshipping boyfriend with her. Also, she's such a hypocrite. Her boyfriend dresses the same way I do, hell he's worse than me he wears the eyeliner and everything and yet I refuse to touch that stuff, and she claims he's not emo. Jesus christ he even told her that he was everyone calls him emo. I don't understand her. I'm just glad I get to spend the rest of the day without her.

I glanced at my phone, seeing it was only 9 o'clock. I walked out into the living space and sat on the couch in front of the 40" wide screen television. She came and stood in front of the t.v.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah. I want the t.v."

I rolled my eyes, "Way to act like a two-year-old about it."

I stood and gave her the remote, walking over to the door.

She raised an eyebrow, "Where are you going?"

"I'll be back," I opened the door, "I'm just gonna go on a quick walk. Don't leave without me."

She rolled her eyes and I shut the door. I'm sure she probably said something but whatever she might've said I didn't hear. I got onto the elevator and sighed as the doors closed. Once the elevator reached the main lobby, I walked out of the elevator and out of the hotel, turning right and looking around for the nearest coffee shop. Once I found one I walked in, and looked at the menu. I walked up to the counter. The young, brown-haired female stared at me, waiting for me to speak.

'Uhh...I'll have a french vanilla cappuccino."

She nodded and went in the back, leaving me to stand their awkwardly. When she came back, she gave me two cups of coffee.

"I'm sorry if this is an inconvience to you, but would you mind giving this to the young man over there," She said pointing to a table where a brown-haired male was sitting.

I looked at her and smiled as sweetly as I could, "No problem."

She smiled faintly, "Thanks."

I walked away from the counter after paying her and walked over to the table, setting the coffee down in front of him.

He looked up and smiled, "Thanks."

When I finally got a look at his face it hit me that I just gave a coffee to Christofer Drew.

"Umm...yeah. No problem.'