JUST A POP UP IDEA!
September 22, 2004
Well, I'm on the plane and I'm bored to death! This morning my mom woke me up at 3 A.M. so I could finish packing when all I needed to do was grab my tooth brush, so this is how my day went:
"Caroline, wake up!" My mom shook me awake, today was the frigging day...
"What time is it?" I asked sleepily leaning up, my head was pounding inside my skull. "3 A.M., why are you waking me up this early!"
"So you can finish packing," She said opening my window blinds to the dark sky.
"My plane takes off at one o'clock, P.M.!" I pulled my blue cover over my head then turned my back to her, she let out a sigh of frustration then pulled the blanket off of me.
"Just get ready!" She said flipping on my bedside lamp.
"Mom, all I have to do is grab my tooth brush and take a shower. Give me until five!" I reached over and flicked it off.
"Fine," She walked out of my room closing the door behind her. With a groan I pulled my blanket off of the ground and suddenly heard the song 'Got Dynamite?' coming from my radio, I forgot I fell asleep with my Demi Lovato CD set on a loop.
"Great, theme music..." I flipped over my pillow and fell asleep thinking about me flying over the ocean alone... I was flying to L.A. so I could meet my manager! I would meet my dad at the airport then go to meet my manager who was going to hook me up with a record label, all that junk. My mom and dad are divorced because after I was born my dad figured out my mom had an affair and that I wasn't his daughter, the man my mom had an affair with conned them. I still call my dad 'Dad' because that's all I've called him for the past eleven years of my life.
Soon 5 A.M. came around and I was awaken by my mom, I opened my right eye.
"You know mom, normal eleven year olds don't get up this early on Saturdays." I leaned up and slipped out of the covers.
"Yeah well normal eleven year olds don't jet off to L.A. to become famous." She pointed out walking out of my room.
So that's how my day started, can't write anymore we're hitting turbulance. Crap, the last thing I need is to plane crash in the middle of the Pacific...
