Teenage Kicks
There's Only One Direction
"WHAT?!?!" I yelled in anger, standing up. "One Direction? You've gotta be kidding me! I can't believe you.... Arrgghhh!" I stopped myself before I let out to much information. After all, Stacy couldn't know about my phobia of men.
"What's wrong with you?" Stacy cried, standing up to look me in the eyes. "Your parents told me you'd always wanted to go to London!"
I carefully thought out what to say next. "I want to go, but I just don't want to work with them. You know I always have worked with other GIRL artists!"
"Yes, Rebekah, I know, and that needs to change!" Stacy was shouting now, "Some people are starting to think you're a lesbian!"
I was taken aback by her last comment. I know for a fact that I'm not gay!
I sat back down in the chair and rubbed my temples with my fingers. A few seconds passed and Stacy sat down too. She continued in a softer, more motherly tone.
"This will be good for you, Rebekah, you just wait and see. One Direction is the biggest boyband of the century! A duet and a music video with them will bring us more fans, more opportunities, and greater success! Your parents would agree with me, and you know it."
She just HAD to go and play the 'parents' card, didn't she? I sighed, staring at nothing in particular. A few awkwardly silent minutes passed, and I decided that was enough. I didn't want to talk to her anymore today. I stood and made my way over to the door. As soon as I touched the doorknob, Stacy protested, "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to pack," I answered without looking at her."The plane leaves in the morning, right?"
And with that, I stepped into the hallway and slammed the door behind me.
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I rolled over and hit my alarm clock. It read 11:05 PM. Dangit! I just can't sleep tonight.
Before I went to bed, I had packed up all of my belongings, and they sat neatly by my door. My walls were bare once again, and almost looked as if I had never been there.
London. Wow. I had always dreamed of going there as a little kid, and I was now getting my wish, except with one major consequence. One Direction. If only I could tell Stacy why, maybe I wouldn't be heading to the UK in the morning. I was just a 9 year old who wanted some ice cream... NO!!! I mentally screamed at myself for even thinking about it.
I don't know when it happened, but I finally dozed off, surrendering myself to the dream world.
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I woke up in a cold sweat, images still flashing in my head. Seeing the black van. A man holding his hand out to me. A promise to buy me ice cream. Taking me into the middle of nowhere. His cold, dirty hands, touching me. "Stop, Stop, Stop!!!" I yelled at myself, running to the bathroom and staring at myself in the mirror. I was as white as a sheep, and I started sobbing. Why? Why me???
I pulled myself together, and an hour later I was ready to go. I finished brushing my wavy almost-black hair and sighed, turning to glance out my window. I was looking for my limo, and it seemed that the traffic was especially bad today. I looked at my alarm clock. It was 6:38 AM, and I had about 20 minutes before my plane took off. Stacy was probably on her way to the airport, and soon she would call to make sure I was on time. Which I most definitely wasn't! I heard a car horn and saw the limo pull up next to my hotel. Much to my dislike, two men came up to fetch my luggage. I ran down the stairs as they took the elevator, and surprisingly made it to the lobby first.
The driver took off as soon as my things and I were inside, and we made it to the international airport 5 minutes before my plane's departure. Stacy approached me as soon as I got out of the limo and wasn't TOO angry about my timing.
Sadly, I wasn't allowed to take my private plane overseas, so I was in first class of a public plane. It was an almost 6 hour long flight, and I believe I was the only one who didn't fall asleep. I was too scared of what I might see in my dreams. The pilot announced that we were now landing at the London airport, and I began to dread the upcoming 2 months even more.
'Here we go' I thought as the plane slowly descended from the sky and onto British soil.
"What's wrong with you?" Stacy cried, standing up to look me in the eyes. "Your parents told me you'd always wanted to go to London!"
I carefully thought out what to say next. "I want to go, but I just don't want to work with them. You know I always have worked with other GIRL artists!"
"Yes, Rebekah, I know, and that needs to change!" Stacy was shouting now, "Some people are starting to think you're a lesbian!"
I was taken aback by her last comment. I know for a fact that I'm not gay!
I sat back down in the chair and rubbed my temples with my fingers. A few seconds passed and Stacy sat down too. She continued in a softer, more motherly tone.
"This will be good for you, Rebekah, you just wait and see. One Direction is the biggest boyband of the century! A duet and a music video with them will bring us more fans, more opportunities, and greater success! Your parents would agree with me, and you know it."
She just HAD to go and play the 'parents' card, didn't she? I sighed, staring at nothing in particular. A few awkwardly silent minutes passed, and I decided that was enough. I didn't want to talk to her anymore today. I stood and made my way over to the door. As soon as I touched the doorknob, Stacy protested, "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to pack," I answered without looking at her."The plane leaves in the morning, right?"
And with that, I stepped into the hallway and slammed the door behind me.
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I rolled over and hit my alarm clock. It read 11:05 PM. Dangit! I just can't sleep tonight.
Before I went to bed, I had packed up all of my belongings, and they sat neatly by my door. My walls were bare once again, and almost looked as if I had never been there.
London. Wow. I had always dreamed of going there as a little kid, and I was now getting my wish, except with one major consequence. One Direction. If only I could tell Stacy why, maybe I wouldn't be heading to the UK in the morning. I was just a 9 year old who wanted some ice cream... NO!!! I mentally screamed at myself for even thinking about it.
I don't know when it happened, but I finally dozed off, surrendering myself to the dream world.
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I woke up in a cold sweat, images still flashing in my head. Seeing the black van. A man holding his hand out to me. A promise to buy me ice cream. Taking me into the middle of nowhere. His cold, dirty hands, touching me. "Stop, Stop, Stop!!!" I yelled at myself, running to the bathroom and staring at myself in the mirror. I was as white as a sheep, and I started sobbing. Why? Why me???
I pulled myself together, and an hour later I was ready to go. I finished brushing my wavy almost-black hair and sighed, turning to glance out my window. I was looking for my limo, and it seemed that the traffic was especially bad today. I looked at my alarm clock. It was 6:38 AM, and I had about 20 minutes before my plane took off. Stacy was probably on her way to the airport, and soon she would call to make sure I was on time. Which I most definitely wasn't! I heard a car horn and saw the limo pull up next to my hotel. Much to my dislike, two men came up to fetch my luggage. I ran down the stairs as they took the elevator, and surprisingly made it to the lobby first.
The driver took off as soon as my things and I were inside, and we made it to the international airport 5 minutes before my plane's departure. Stacy approached me as soon as I got out of the limo and wasn't TOO angry about my timing.
Sadly, I wasn't allowed to take my private plane overseas, so I was in first class of a public plane. It was an almost 6 hour long flight, and I believe I was the only one who didn't fall asleep. I was too scared of what I might see in my dreams. The pilot announced that we were now landing at the London airport, and I began to dread the upcoming 2 months even more.
'Here we go' I thought as the plane slowly descended from the sky and onto British soil.
8/11/13