So this idea came while I was listening to my IPod. The two main characters are based off of my friend and I. Read, review? I take bad and good reviews!
Margaret's POV:
I was packing furiously.
"Why are you even packing, Margaret?" Jenna whined through my phone
"Because, J, what if they say yes? Then I need to leave ASAP." I responded, sitting on my suitcase. "My mom's cool with it, your mom just needs a tad more convincing." We were trying to arrange for us to meet up, since Jenna had moved to Massachusetts.
"Jenna! We need to talk!" The unmistakable voice of her mom echoed into the phone. Jenna and I bid goodbye, and hung up. She called back a few minutes later.
"SHE SAID YES!" She screeched.
"AWESOME!" Next thing I knew, I was on a flight to Massachusetts. I got off the plane, unsure of where to go or where to go. Then I saw Jenna and some blonde boy. Jenna was holding a sign that read Some goofball that is probably wearing a music shirt and suspenders. I glanced down to my shirt that had a saxophone on it and my music note suspenders hanging off my shoulders and blushed. A few things about me and her: We're in a little band, we sing and dance. I play the guitar, saxophone, all percussion instruments, piano, and flute. It took me years to master every instrument, and I plan to learn more. Jenna plays piano, trumpet, most percussion, and guitar. "YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL!" I screeched, jumping onto my friend.
"MARGARET, HEEL." She responded, making me fly off her. The boy was just laughing at us. I grabbed my phone and texted her:
OMG! U hav a boyfriend and u didn't tell me!
Jenna laughed. "This is Ben, our neighbor. We're friends, and he wanted to meet you."
"Yeah. He wants some of this." I said, confidently leaving an open-mouthed Ben and a Jenna dying of laughter. "I'M ALWAYS LIKE THIS, SO YOU BETTER GET USED TO IT." I yelled back to Ben, while strutting to the escalator that would take us to my luggage. I brought my snare drum, my saxophone, my guitar, and my flute. I threw the strap of my guitar over my shoulder, and picked up my flute. Ben offered to carry my saxophone, and I forced Jenna to roll my snare drum. I had my flute in one hand, a guitar on my back, a giant bag over one shoulder, and I was rolling another giant bag.
I don't pack light.
I trudged, yes trudged, to a taxi cab waiting for us. Once we were there, Jenna mischeviously sat in the front seat, leaving me with Ben.
"I hate you." I muttered, slumping next to the blonde. Jenna fake gasped loudly and threw her hand over her mouth. I rolled me eyes.
"SAVE THE DRAMA FOR YOUR LLAMA." She shouted. Soon it was an all out battle. We were pulling into Ben's driveway to drop him off when everything changed.
That very second, the world was plunged to hell.
thanks for reading! This was pre-invasion, by the way. Tell me if I should continue? Eeh I probably will, anyway. Next chapter will be up soon!