Hello Y'all. I know that I am neglecting my other stories but writers block has hit hard, so my best friend on here, KaitlenPottor, suggested I start a completely new story to get the writers spark flowing. This is going to be a hard story to write as it will be my first 1st person POV and also will be my first YouTube one. I am hoping that writing something really hard will make writing my other ones easier.
BRING! BRING! SLAM!
I whack my hand on the small yet annoying alarm clock which sat on the IKEA made wooden bed stand. I am not a morning person. I glanced at the time, 6:00. I weigh up the options about would my roommate hate me if I smashed it on the wooden floor. Again. I went with yes and just whacked it lightly. I like beating it up as it makes me feel better about waking up so early. I rolled slowly out of my small bed, resting my feet on the floor. The start of my morning wake up ritual. The coldness sends pins and needles through my legs making me fidget. Next I got up slowly, walking over to the en-suite bathroom that I had insisted we have if we were going to stay here. I had everything set out in the order I used them. A bit OCD yes, but if I didn't I would get lost and be late. I grabbed the small headed toothbrush that sat on its own in a small jar. Right next to it was my toothpaste, which I also grabbed. Brushing my teeth, I finally saw my face for the first time of the day. My green eyes still had what everyone told me was a "Spark", a personality trait where my eyes seemed to gleam whenever I was happy. This was a lot. Next I grabbed my hairbrush, which was sat next to the toothpaste. I brushed my short hair in front of my face, letting my hair fall in front of my face. I then swept the fringe to the right, so it kind of looks likes emo hair. Think Shane Dawson but on a girl and shorter sides. I had it dyed the darkest of blacks but with a bright baby blue fringe. Next, now that I could see properly, I grabbed my black eyeliner from; you guessed it, next to my hairbrush. I applied it around my eyes, not too much but again not too little. Finally I left the bathroom and crossed my room over to the giant wardrobe that I was always afraid that it would fall on me. Opening it slowly, I jumped back quickly, waiting for it to fall over. As usual, it didn't. So I walked back over to it and pulled out my work clothes. I had managed to get a good steady job for a 22 year old, working at the BBC. CBBC to be precise, as one of their presenters alongside my roommate. I put on a red t-shirt which was covered in small black musical notes. I then put on a small sleeveless vest which cut off at my waist, a black jacket which didn't zip up, a pair of black trousers which flared at the bottom and a pair of red and black striped socks.
Now I know what you are thinking, the BBC letting someone with my style on a kid's channel. But the BBC had come under fire when they rejected me for that reason so as not to cause a legal battle; they hired me as a full time presenter, Monday to Friday every week. The public wouldn't have found out if I hadn't vlogged about it, but as a You Tuber, I felt it was my duty. Oh did I forget to mention that? I have a YouTube channel which currently has over 1 million subscribers. My fans went mental after learning that the BBC rejected me because of my look. Even though I appear Emo, I am not. I am FAR from Emo. My Roommate I am not so sure about. She got a job at the BBC again for the same reason, but she used my channel as she doesn't have one of her own. Speaking of my Roommate, she ran into my room, crashing into me and knocking me onto the floor. The hard laminate floor I had asked for simply for heelying purposes, heelying being my favourite form of transport other than cars. She was speaking at the speed of light, sentences melding into each other so it sounded like one continues word.
Her name is Kat. It is short for Katrina but since I came up with the nickname when we were 10, it had stuck. Like she called me Sam, short for Samantha. I was way too tom-boy to be called Sammy. Kat had long blond hair with a fringe like mine, only the deepest purple you have ever seen. Her clothing was mainly gothic clothes, though at prom she had worn a beautiful emerald green dress. With Converses. Her words in the house we were going to live at confused the real estate agent. I asked for wooden floors, room for shelves to house the multitude of gaming consoles I owned and en-suite bathrooms. Kat had asked for large ceilings so we could wall-paper them with a Tetris pattern, big rooms so we could record videos easily and a small basement like room so she could practise Wicca in peace. I never go in that room. Kat never invites me in, she knows me too well. We are practically sisters. Even though I am 1 year older than she is, she is still more of an adult to me than my parents were. My parents were raging alcoholics, constantly teetering on the edge of despair. My father was a very angry man, he hurt me and my sister until we finally ran away form that home. Kat's house became my home, her parents respectively never asked why. Kat became my mother, watching over me, comforting me and making sure that if anyone hurt me, they would hurt. Physically.
"SAM! Come back to me Sam" I jump as she shouts in my ear while snapping her fingers in my face. Her mischievous grin spreads like wildfire across her face.
"Sorry, zoned out" I tell her as I push her off of me. She waited until I was standing before continuing.
"You know I wouldn't tell you why I got us two weeks off work starting Monday?" She asked me with a you-are-going-to-love-this tone in her voice. I just nod, knowing better than to interrupt her while she is mid monologue.
"Well I also made a few calls. On Monday we are going…TO VIDCON!" She announces dramatically, adding a flourish with her hands. I scream and we both hug and jump while still never breaking the scream. I was sure our neighbour was calling the cops but excitement had overwhelmed me. After we both calmed down we decided to not tell our fans, let it be a surprise. But as we got in the car all I could think about was meeting my favourite You Tubers.
And that is it! For now, anyway. This is a trial; it may come down if it contrasts from what I usually do and if people do not like it. I would like to thank KaitlenPottor for helping on the characters. She is in this story because of that. She even helped me come up with the name. I guess this is sayonara until next time. Oh adn P.S. the You Tubers Will come in later, I like to build up my stories.
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