Changing Me (PART 1) You peered outside window. The bright sun had just begun to make its way up the horizon. Closing the curtains, you cuddled back into your comfortable mattress in the artificial night you've made. Your room is pitch black, jsut like your thoughts. Pessimistic you were, positive you weren't. There was always something wrong with life. "Jenna, get up. It's LeAnne's birthday today and you're going to her party, whether you like it or not." Your persistent mother called from outside your door. You disliked LeAnne. Even though LeAnne thought of you as one of her best friends. You didn't like who she was or how she acted. She was a spoiled brat, and she did it to herself. Her parents had nothing to do with it, they were scared for her. They were loaded, as was your mom. Only you didn't act like your mother owed you something. You owed everything to her. She brought you here. "Okay, mom." You replied dryly. You got up. Pulling the covers off of you felt like the biggest struggle in the world at the moment. Walking straight to the bathroom, you showered, brushed your teeth, and brushed your hair. Quickly and messily drying your hair with a blow dryer, you pulled your long, golden locks into a high pony tail. You couldn't stand your hair being down. Making your way back to your room, your mother rolled her eyes and silently growled at you. She wanted you to get dressed up and put on make up and fix your hair, like she used to when she was young. But you were so out of that. In your room, you pulled out a pair of white skinny jeans (to please your mom) and a Brazil jersey of your favorite player, Ronaldinho (to please yourself). Putting on a pair of socks and your favorite pair of converse, which were bright yellow with the Brazilian flag and Ronaldinho's name and number on it that you're mother got customized for your last birthday, you grabbed your iPhone and rushed down the stairs. You were supposed to be their early to help LeAnne set up.(At the Party, before anyone has arrived) LeAnne sprints to you squealing. "Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, oh my goddddd!" Laughing at her over-excitement, you question why she's so happy, besides that it's her birthday and she's having the biggest party, undoubtedly, of the year. "My parents got me One Direction to perform live at my birthday!! I'm so happy. OMG, maybe me and Harry will meet and like he'll ask for my number and, ahhhhhh." She shrieks. "Which one is Harry again?" You ask, embarassed but honestly. "Ugh! Jenna, the one with the curly hair!!!!" She gives you that face. That "you never pay attention to me when I fantasize about One Direction face." Yes, she had one. "Well, I hope that works out for you. Happy Birthday by the way." You smile at her and go to the tables to tape down the covers. There's about 60 tables. It was 9:42 in the morning. The party started at 5, but there was so much to be done. Bending down, you grabbed the transparent tape and began. When you finally checked your watch again, it was 10:56. An hour of taping covers down to tables. Oh how joyful. You decided to do the streamers next. Oh how much you loved putting up streamers. Standing on a stack of about 30 chairs, you stretch up with a roll of bright pink streamers and tape and attempt to tape a piece onto the brick wall. It worked. Taking a step back to observe your success, you realized you couldn't take a step back on a stack of chairs, 20 feet high. As you embraced yourself, getting ready to fall, something grabbed your waist and set you down slowly. Bright sapphire eyes gleamed at you, and a warm Irish accent asked, worried, if you were okay. A bit roughed up you reassured the blonde that you were fine, and that you'd love to continue working if he would be so kind as to remove his hands from your hips. He blushed furiously. "I'm sorry," he stuttered, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You felt guilty. He was just trying to help, whoever he was. "It's fine," you smile. In an attempt to make it up to him for being so rude, you playfully tease, "So are you gonna help me out or am I just gonna do this all by myself?" His shyness slowly changes into a smile as he grabs a roll of streamers and says, "Sure thing, even though I'm supposed to be rehearsing." And then you realized, he was probably from One Direction.
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