This is my first Big Time Rush Fanfic that I wrote. I started writing it last year, and successfully finished it. Sooo here's the first chapter and enjoy!
Here it was, the moment I've been dreading since the first of the week. I ran home, meeting the mailman three houses away from mine. As soon as I got the envelope I tore it open. My stomach dropped and my heart jumped to my throat. Oh no. I slipped the envelope deep inside my backpack and dragged my feet home. I slowly stepped up on the porch and reluctantly opened the door.
"Mom!" I called. "I'm home!" I then bounded up the stairs, in a hurry to get to my room. I needed to dispose of it somehow. I needed to burn it. But burning it would draw to much attention to myself. Flush it down the toilet maybe?
"Rebecca, wait! Come down here!" My mother's cheery voice called. Damn it! I was almost there!
I slowly turned around and bounded down the staircase. I put on a happy face and pretended nothing was wrong.
I dropped my bag at the end of the staircase and went to find my mom. I found her in the laundry room folding laundry "Yeah?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you," my mother said, folding one of my shirts.
I stood there patiently waiting for my mom to talk. "So how was school?" She asked.
"Fine," I said.
"Well that's good" She said. Would she hurry it up.
I drummed my fingers on the washing machine.
"Well, I have homework I have to do," I said and turned away.
"Wait," My mother said, I turned around. "Did you get your report card today?"
There it was. The question that I've been praying that she wouldn't ask. The question I've been dreading.
"No," I lied. I could feel the report card burning from my backpack across the house.
"Hmm, that's weird, I was talking to Mrs. Highland today, and she said that Brittany got her's today."
"Uh-I, um" I stumbled. Damn my mother for talking to my best friend's mother. I'll have to call Britt to see how she did, or shall I say, how much trouble she's in.
"Rebecca Diamond, did you lie to me?" My mother put her hands on her hips. Yup, I was caught red handed.
"I-" I hesitated. My mother shot me a warning glance, I heaved a sigh and reluctantly said, "Yes."
"Well may I see it?" Moms question was not a question, it was a demand.
I nodded and dragged my feet to my backpack, picked it up, and went back to my mother. I dug around my backpack till I found it and handed it to her.
My mom opened the envelope and read through it. I quietly slipped out and away before she could finish it.
I got to the stairs before my mother screamed. "REBECCA DIAMOND!"
I cringed and rushed up the stairs, away from my mother who as probably passed out right now.
I ran up to my room and shut my door. I tossed my backpack on my desk chair and hurriedly took out my cell phone and dialed the number quickly before my mother had the chance to cancel my cell phone.
"Hello?" A cheerful voice said on the other end.
"Britt, it's me," I said.
"Oh, hey Becca!" My best friend said.
"So I heard my mom talked to your mom today," Brittany said, I sighed. "You lied and said you didn't get it, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes I did," I said throwing my hands up in frustration. "I- she totally just got onto me about it. I don't know what to do."
I heard Brittany sigh on the other end. "Well, how did she take it?"
"Well, either her head exploded or she's in shock. But im pretty sure she's passed out."
"What the heck did you get!" She asked.
"An mef" I mumbled.
"A what?"
"A mef"
"What?"
"I said an F!" I groaned.
"Oh no, Becca," I didn't need to see it to know Brittany was shaking her head. "On How many subjects?"
"Four," I said shamefully
"You got an F! On four subjects!" Brittany exclaimed. "Even I didn't do that bad!"
"I know. Now I have to go before my mom calls the phone company and turns off my phone." I said bye to Britt and tossed my phone on my bed. I sighed as I pulled my backpack off of my desk chair and plopped down on it. I twirled around a few times before getting out my homework.
I reluctantly dragged myself down the stairs when my parents called me down to dinner. I wasn't even seated when they started yelling at me.
"How the hell did you get an F?" My father asked.
"I don't know," I whispered.
"What?" My father said.
"I said I don't know!" I said louder.
"Don't you dare raise your voice," My mother scolded
"You were a perfect A, B student. How did you fail four classes?" My father asked.
"I don't know. Maybe the facts that I always have a ton of homework, but mixed into that I have Drama Club and parties on the weekends-"
"I'm going to stop you right there," My dad cut me off. "Me and your mother were talking, and if you can't keep up your grades, you're going to need to quiet the drama club."
I swore my jaw hit the table. "What? No! You can't do that!"
"Yes we can, and we did." My father said. "Rebecca Diamond, for here on out you cannot leave the house. School is an exception. If you are not in this house by four o'clock every day, you will be beyond grounded. So no more parties. And tomorrow you will go to the principle and tell him you cannot do the drama club anymore. If I find out you have disobeyed me, I will ship you off to live with your grandmother for the summer."
"What!" I practically yelled. "That's not fair!"
"Yes it is completely fair," My mother said.
"Your grades are more important than going to parties and acting," My father said.
"Well I'm sorry that I have a social life! And I'm sorry that I can't please your asses!" I said.
"Watch your language!" My mother scolded.
I glared at them. My life was officially ruined.