"Ellie, we got the letter," Holly shouted, running into my room.
My eyes shot open while shock mixed in with my emotions, "WHAT? Did you open it yet?"
"No, I was waiting for you to get your lazy butt out of bed because that's how good of a friend I am," Holly declared with a reasurring smile.
"Of course you are," I said, jokingly, "Just hurry up and open it, I don't want to have to lie to my diary."
"And people think I'm the weird one," she shook her head in disbelief, ripping open the envelope.
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"No, please don't make me open it. I could get a paper cut," Adam pleaded through the bathroom door.
Luke rolled his eyes with frustration, "Oh my God, you're such a fucking wimp. How the hell are we going to win if you can't open a piece of paper?"
"Excuse me Mister, but I believe you forced me into this madness. You're only doing this because of all the publicity you could get with the babes," he protested.
"Dude, you know me so well," Luke smirked, opening his phone.
"Who is it?" Adam asked, opening the door a crack.
"The only person I can call normal in this family," Luke affirmed, texting the stranger back.
Adam looked at him with a confused face, "But I'm standing right here and, plus, I didn't get a new text message."
"It's not you, you idiot. It's our brother, who actually gets to have a life unlike me," he responded, sadness in his voice.
"But, you get to see my beautiful face everyday of your life," Adam declared, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
"Lucky me," Luke said sarcastically with a disgusted look appearing on his face.
"You're very lucky," Adam agreed. "I'm going to go start packing, so that I can be ready to travel the world with my best friend!" he shouted, running up the stairs.
"What have I gotten my self into?" Luke muttered to himself, reading the letter with the word ACCEPTED at the top of it.
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"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Dainelle asked her husband, worried something bad had happened.
Cameron wiped tears from his eyes from laughing hard, "Oh nothing, sweetheart. Did you know that Adam is Luke's partnet for the race?" he wondered, trying not to laugh again.
"That's great," Dainelle said, sympathetically, "Why are you and Luke so mean to Adam, anyways?" she questioned, giving Cameron a dirty look.
"It's not that we're trying to be mean, but have you ever seen him run? It's like he's trapped in a woman's body," Cameron chuckled, before looking at Dainelle, who was giving him the evil eye, "Oh, but, you run beautifully."
"Nice try," she replied, still holding the same evil glare from before. Turning it back into her usual angelic face, she inquired, "Just promise me you'll try to be nice to him."
"I promise, gosh, stop controlling my life," Cameron exageratted, trudging into the living room.
"Boys, you can't live with them," Dainelle whispered to herself, shaking her head.
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"Oh my gosh, can you believe that we're actually going to L.A. for the chance of a lifetime?" Kaylee squealed, gazing out the plane window.
"Honestly, I can because you have finally matured," Josh grinned, patting my shoulder.
"Like you're any better," she giggled, looking into the eyes of the one person she knew had always been there for her.
"Yes! Finally, someone who speaks the truth," Josh yelped, throwing his hands in the air.
"Excuse me, but some people are trying to get there beauty rest. So, could you two just zip it?" Peyton begged, throwing the lock away.
"Well, I guess somebody woke up on the wrong side of the plane this morning," Kaylee murmured into Peyton's ear.
"I can still hear you," she mumbled into her pillow, 'especially since it's right in my ear."
"Love you," Kaylee spoke softly, ruffling her long blone curls through the hole in the seat.
"Yeah, I'll have to think about that one, hun," Peyton replied, blowing me a kiss goodnight, "Sweet dreams, girly."
"Same to you, Peyton," Kaylee responded, resting her head back and moving a strand of hair out of Josh's eyes.
"Thank you," he sighed, stirring in his sleep.
"Anytime," Kaylee breathed, slowly drifting off to sleep.
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"Just take life as it comes because you never know what will happen if you don't give it a chance."
I slowly placed my sticker filled diary at the top of my suitcase. Tomorrow was just another day that God had made, and I was ready to face it with whatever it held.