Chapter 2- Same color?

"Wake up, Mikay-kay!"

I slowly opened my eyes. Jake Ryan and everything at the American Music Awards started to fade away.

"Mikay-kay, wake up!" My mom woke me up breaking in my horrible nightmare.

"Ok. I'll go take a shower, mom." I replied with a groan, I walked in the bathroom. My bathroom is so pretty! It has blue wallpaper. "And can you please stop calling me, you know, Mikay-kay?" I was so annoyed by what my mom calls me.

"Fine, Mikay-kay." My mom shouted back into the bathroom..

I rolled my eyes. I walked and looked in the mirror. Does my face look fine? Oh my gosh! I have a huge zit! What am I going to do? Would concealer work? Blush? No! I rubbed my cheeks. Does it look fine? Or is my cheekbone sticking out too much? What color eye shadow could turn down the zit on my face? What should I do? Huh?

My cell phone rung as I looked in the mirror. I went grab it in my room.

"Hello?"

"Hey, MiCockroach." Hannah yelled into the phone. (A/N: Hannah called Mikayla MiCockroach in the show. I don't own the line!)

"What, Hannah Banana?" I answered sounded annoyed. (A/N: I made Hannah Banana up! lol.)

"Well, just telling you that I'm wearing red to the Awards!" Hannah bragged.

Shit! Hannah Banana's wearing the same color I decided to wear.

"I really hate you, Banana!" I shouted in the phone.

"Hate makes you ugly. Oops! Too late!" Hannah said with a laugh. (A/N: I don't own that line either.)

"Look. 'Hannah', take it or leave it. I'm going to give you some advice."

"What 'advice'? I didn't know MiCockroach had some 'advice' to tell me."

"Whatever. Red looks hideous on you. Just refreshing your memories. Like somebody has fashion sense unlike (cough) Hannah (cough)"

"Well, I'm wearing yellow then."

Ha ha! I tricked Hannah into this one.

"Sure. Yellow would look great with your banana colored hair!"

"Excuse me? Look, I don't even know why I'm taking your so called 'advice' anyway. Plus I have blonde hair. You must be color blind."

"I said take it or leave it! And no, I'm not color blind!"

"Well, I'm saying, no matter what, I'm wearing red to the awards! Period!" And that, Hannah (or should I say, Banana) hung up.

Great, now I have to pick another stinkin' dress! Stupid Hannah Montana, Nebraska, Alaska, Pennsylvania. Ugh! Why the hell does she happen to have a rhyming last name (and a state) to her first name!?!

"Mikay-kay?" My mom yelled from downstairs.

"Yah?" I shouted back.

"Get dressed already!" Margot shouted cutting off my mom.

Oh no! Margot's already here. You cannot believe how much pancakes she takes up! Every time my mother makes pancakes for breakfast, Margot eats like twelve! I am not kidding! I wonder how she digests her food so quickly?

The awards is now a week away. Only one week left to pick out my dress.