Okay, well I got a new idea for a story and I really wanted to write it. I'll still update my other stories! I hope you all like this. Please review, I really want to know what you think of this so far. I'll update after around 10 reviews.
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I walked into the kitchen that night, and I saw my dad, Mom, Ashley and Ricky pacing and walking around in the kitchen. My dad was humming a really annoying, but yet, really perky song that I was definitely unfamiliar with.
Ricky was holding John, and my mom was standing beside the microwave. Sighing at the weirdness going on, I cleared my throat, and everyone froze and turned around and stared at me. Why in the heck are they acting so weird?
"Um, hello?" I said, confused.
"Hey, Ames!" my dad said.
"What is going on?" I asked him. I ran my fingers through my straightened brown hair and waited for a reply. It was nearly ten at night, and this was, I guess, a normal time for Ricky to be over here on a Sunday. But it wasn't often that he was over here conversing with my parents and Ashley in the kitchen all together. But since Robbie was born, things have definitely been different. And louder.
"Nothing," Ricky answered for him.
I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, "Whatever," and then I turned around and walked back to my room. I heard Ricky say something, and then I stopped in the hallway and peered behind it and then I bumped right into Ricky.
"Oops," I mumbled. "Uh, sorry.."
He nodded and smirked. "Yeah. It's.. fine."
"Okay.." I trailed off and then turned back around and walked into my room. I turned around and wrinkled my eyebrows together when I saw that Ricky was still right behind me, following me into my room.
He ignored my questioning look. "So, are you going to that band thing tomorrow?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't really know. I don't know if I can. Are you going?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, I don't think I can go. My mom and dad probably need help with Robbie, and they won't want to take care of John, too."
"Ashley could help," he suggested.
"Ashley could help with what?" We both jumped and faced the doorway when we saw Ashley walking into my room. She smiled smugly and said, "What would I help you two with? Oh, is this something about John? It is, isn't it? Ugh."
I sighed. "Well, since I never really get to go anywhere, I was just wondering if you could watch John tomorrow. There's this thing at band that we're going to, and it's an all night thing. You can watch him for just one day, can't you?"
"What band thing?"
"Ashley," I groaned. "I don't know! They didn't really give us that many details. All I know is that tomorrow, after we get to school, we're leaving at about eight thirty in the morning, right after we get to school, to go on a band trip. We're marching at a football game, I guess? It's far away, so all the football players and cheerleaders and the band are leaving early. And we're spending the night, because we're playing in the morning, too. I kind of need to go."
"Uh huh.. Okay, well, whatever. I guess I'll watch.. my nephew." She smiled.
"Okay, thank you," I muttered. It's the least she could do.
Yeah, so I really didn't want to go to this band competition that we're going to in the morning, but it was my responsibility to the band. But of course, being a mother was a bigger responsibility. But Ashley is John's aunt, she should watch him once in a while. I need to have a life away from home and school.
Ashley walked out of the room, and then I turned back to Ricky and said, "Well, you should go. It's really, really late, and we have school tomorrow. And maybe a band competition. If I go. I guess I am. So, see ya'"
"Okay, good night," he called to me as he headed out the door.
I sunk down into the bed under the covers, feeling exhausted. For some reason, I kept comparing tomorrow as band camp. It wasn't a camp, but we were spending the night. And Ricky was going. We wouldn't have a chance to hang out or anything. Hopefully.
Feeling stupid for worrying about it, I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and fell asleep.
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"Amy, wake up!" I awoke to the sound of my mom. I groaned and got out of the bed. Instinctively, I walked into my closet and quickly got dressed. My band uniform was sitting in the chair, and I had to change into it right before we marched. Thankfully I didn't have to, like, wear it to school or anything.
I put on simple clothes, not wanting to dress up or anything since we had to wear these clothes under our band uniforms- light-coloured blue jeans and a V neck, plain white T-shirt. I blundered into the kitchen and didn't even bother eating breakfast. After glancing at the clock, I realized that I didn't have time to be slow. It was already seven thirty.
Walking into the nursery, I got John out of bed and got him ready for daycare, and then walked back into the living room to wait for my mom. After we were all ready, we took John to daycare, and then my mom took Ashley and me to school.
Hopefully I would be able to drive myself soon. I still haven't gotten my license, but I hoped I would get it soon. I was tired of being driven everywhere when I'm already sixteen years old.
When I got out of the car, I saw that the bus was parked beside the school, and kids were already loading up on it and getting ready to leave. I thought we weren't leaving until eight thirty, I grumbled internally.
I walked right to the bus and didn't even bother with going to my locker. I stared at the open door of the blue school bus. (Yes, it was really blue, but it wasn't an actual school bus, just one of those traveling buses that a lot of schools have for football and what not.) I hopped up on the few steps and then looked at all the kids already in the bus. There were already about twenty people. Twenty eight people total are riding in this bus. Just the band.
I didn't really care to think of who to sit by, so instead I just sat in an empty seat in the middle of the bus by the window. When I looked up, I saw Ricky standing over me."Uh..what?" I said.
"What?" he smirked. "You can sit by the window," and that was all he said before he sat down beside me.
"Whatever," I muttered. "Goodnight."
He laughed smugly. "Did Robbie keep you up all night or something?"
I shook my head. "Surprisingly, no. But we're going to be on this bus for about, what? Five hours. So I think I'm just gonna go to sleep. So I don't know why you're sitting by me, but for you it'll be really boring. You might want to find someone else."
He chuckled again. "No, I'll sit by you."
"Suit yourself," I murmured before falling asleep.
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I woke up when I felt Ricky shaking me, and then I saw the bus was pulling to a stop. I looked out the window. We were pulling down a long paved road that led directly to the huge school building. The football field was to the left of it, covered by a huge black fence, and the camp grounds were to the right. (We were competing and marching against the school, and the camp grounds is where we're staying until tomorrow when we have to march again.)
Everyone started to stand up as the bus stopped at a dirt path parked by trees, where we were to the side of the school. I got up after Ricky, and a few people passed me before I walked across the bus. The doors shut when everyone was out, and there were sounds of kids noisily talking.
I followed everyone when they started walking down the open path that went straight. Our band director led us into the school, and when we were all inside, he turned to us and said, "Okay, the list of who you're staying with tonight in your cabin at the camp is on the door over there," he pointed across the huge room at a wooden door.
I stared around the room. The floors were solid white and shiny, and there were around one hundred people walking around. There were a bunch of posters all over the walls, and there were stairs across the room from me.
Everyone walked over to the door to see who we were rooming with. I waited for them to move out of the way and then I searched down the list:
Amy Juergens:
Ricky Underwood
