Note to whomever: This is not my only one, there is a "part two" otherwise another story that continues from this one that I am currently writing.
"Baby, Baby, Baby, Oh! Like, Baby, Baby, Baby, No! Like, Baby, Baby, Baby, Oh! Thought you'd always be mine, mine!"
I dug my pencil farther down into my desk, "I can't take this any longer..."
I stormed my feet down the hall and busted open my little sister's door, "TURN THAT ANNOYING SHIT OFF!" My left fist hit her radio and it made a static off sound. Infuriated, I glared at my sister, "If you must listen to her, do it someplace ELSE! Or... DON'T SING WITH IT!"
My sister glared back at me and screamed in a high pitched errie sound, "GET OUT!"
"Huh, they sound so alike, those two girls... they'd get along just fine."
"He's not a GIRL!"
I pressed my fingers to my temples and sulked off back to my room. "I don't know why so many little girls find a little Canadian boy so attractive. How old is he? 12?" I slammed the door behind me and opened my laptop and pulled up my search engine; Google. Justin Bieber age. Enter. First result: "Justin Bieber date of birth, March 1, 1994." Ha. I'm older than it. By, ... damn less than three months. Well at least I'm older. I folded my arms over, feeling better than this Canadian.
I don't have anything against Canadians, in fact, I'm not racist at all. I just don't like this one.
I closed Mozilla and set my lap top down. I sighed, and laid back on my bed. "Who cares. I'm better than him... right? Gah," I rolled over scowling at the wall.
"Baby, Baby, Baby, Oh! Like, Baby, Baby, Baby, No! Like, Baby, Baby, Baby, Oh! Thought you'd always be mine, mine!"
My fists shook, I sat up violently and screamed, "SHUT THAT SHIT UP NOW!" I'm glad my parents aren't home. I would get massively grounded for using that language around my sister, she's eleven. She knows more than what I knew when I was eleven. Maybe it's because I'm a guy, and she's a girl? Eh not like I care. Bieber pisses me off too much.
There was another high pitched scream from my sister's room, "I won! I won! EEK! I WON! OH MY GOD! Sky! Sky" She twisted the handle and pried open my door, "Skylar! I w- AH!"
I chucked my large useless Breaking Dawn book, "Damn, missed" I bought it for my ex, but she gave it back to me when we broke up, if you ask me, chucking it was the best use I've ever had for that 754 page book.
"Why are you throwing things at ME?" she screeched.
"You entered my room without asking. Get. Out. Now."
"But I have tuh tell you somethiiinnggg!"
"OUT!" I slammed the door in her face and sat back down and relaxed.
Around 6:05 I walked out into the kitchen, "I smell dinner, what is it?"
"Done." my mother says, "Plates. Now. Clear off the table, please, MARY! Get off the computer, NOW!"
Mary groaned and closed out all her open windows on the computer. She threw the headphones down and stomped into the kitchen.
I glared at her. I couldn't help it. She got on my bad side today.
After we all got settled at the table my mom began to read her Kindle and I headed for the comics.
"I won a contest today, Mom." Mary mumbled with her mouth full of food.
"That's nice." I don't believe my mom was even listening to what Mary was saying.
"I get to meet Justin Bieber, and spend two weeks with him!" Mary beamed.
My food got stuck in my throat and I began to cough. I waved at my mom to ignore me.
"Get some water, dear! What are you talking about Mary?"
"I get to spend two weeks with Justin Bieber for being the FIRST person to call in! Justin even talked to me over the phone! It was on the radio!"
My mother and I had the same look, shock, with a bit of disbelief, and sheer panic.
"When." total monotone. My mother was getting upset.
"In two weeks! He's gonna come here and spend TWO WEEKS WITH US!" Mary looked as though she would pee her pants she was so excited.
"Uh, your father and I have a vacation that entire month, you know that right?" I couldn't tell how she was feeling, but she was probably getting mad.
"So? Skylar is here with me! He can watch me! Please, Mommy! I already won!" Mary gave my mother the puppy dog face.
Oh, God, the puppy dog face. My mother never refuses that face, EVER! Damnit, don't say yes, mom, DON'T-
"Pweese, Mommy?" Mary stuck her lip so far out it would have reached China.
"FINE!" My mother stood and turned toward the kitchen, "You can,... but Skylar will be by your side at ALL TIMES."
"WHAT?" Kill me now world, kill me now...