Why Me!
Chapter 1
Arranged Marriage… WTF
Shorty said she wants to run away Cause I'm in the zone, I feel like dancing tonight
Says I look like a boy she used to date
Took me by the hand and pulled me to the stairs (Not interested, girl)
Put her tongue all up in my ear (Gross)
Almost made me spill my beer (Oh s**t!)
She's up and ready to go but I don't care (Pssh, whatever)
Turned off my phone,
I've got my own agenda
I'm gonna party like it's my civil right (Everybody get kinda awesome)
It doesn't matter where,
I don't care if people stare
Cause I feel like dancing tonight
I hit the snooze button for the 4th time to get it to shut up, even though I love N-dubz, it's a Saturday morning. I mean who even turned my alarm on. I make sure it's switched off on a Saturday. Uhh, whatever, I'm awake now so there's no point going to bed again.
'' ALLISON 'SONNY' MONROE, YOU GET DOWN HERE YOUNG LADY OR I WILL MAKE SURE TO RUN OVER YOUR PRECIOUS I-POD THE NEXT TIME I LEAVE THIS HOUSE!'' I heard my mum scream at me. Hey, Allison Monroe here, but my friends call me Sonny. I am your typical rebel child. I am every mother's worst nightmare. All the things mums fear, I am, like: Emo, loud, hate shopping and loves black kind of girl but that doesn't mean I am a jerk or that I cut myself. Only Preppy guys and their slutty girlfriend think that all Emo's cut themselves and are that they are bad in school. I'm actually good in school. Except not up to my Mum's standard. She wanted a preppy, pink loving, cheerleading and slutty girl. Minus the slutty bit. Except I'm me and me is awesome the way she is so there.
I walk down the stairs bored out of my mind, still wearing my pj's.
'' Yes mother, what did you need that made you need to call me?'' I said in a sarcastic tone. My mum glared at me, her eyes narrowing.
'' Don't think I was joking 'bout the I-pod thing,'' She said with an evil glint in her eyes.
'' Okay no need to be hasty mum, so what did you want again?'' I asked, genuinely curious.
'' Well the front mown needs cutting, you need to wash your hair and you are going to meet your husband in a few hours,'' the last bit came out really fast. I stared at her shocked, with a death glare in my eyes.
'' Excuse what the hell do you mean BY THAT!'' I screamed.
'' Don't you speak to me like that young lady,'' my mum bellowed, '' no get upstairs and get changed.'' I stomped up the stairs, angry tears falling down my cheeks. I slammed my bedroom door and jumped on my bed, burying my face in my pillow.
2 hours later…
I finally got off my bed. I took my pyjama shirt off and ripped off my bottoms. I was just about to take off my lingerie when…
'' Sonny could you come down please?'' My mum shouted up the stairs. I quickly slipped on a robe, forgetting to tie it. I always went down like this so it didn't matter if I did today too. I ran down the stairs, nearly tripping. When I finally got down, I saw, other than my parents, 3 other people. A woman in her early 40's, a man in her late 40's and a guy around my age or older. The guy was staring at my boobs like they were a million dollars. My face turned red. The guy, being a very hot guy with golden windswept hair and the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen, was muscled. The only problem, he is a prep.
'' Mum, what the hell is a prep doing in my house?'' I screamed. The guy lifted his eyes away to my eyes.
'' I wouldn't talk if I was you gothy, you look and smell of Emo, you probably cut yourself too,'' he smirked a hot… wait I didn't just call a prep hot. Without another word I lunged at him.
