Chapter 2
"We are going to the Backstreet Boys concert! We are going to the Backstreet Boys concert!" Lisa sang. "Joy." I said bored. "Emmy! If you don't wanna go, then why did you buy the tickets?" "First off, don't ever call me Emmy! My name is Emily! And second, I DIDN'T want to go. You called me to buy YOU tickets and somehow I got stuck driving by myself for three hours to Jacksonville, to accompany an over hormonal 13 year old to a Backstreet Boys concert." "I told you on the phone!" "No, you didn't!" I snapped. "Emily, yes I did! And you should have figured it out yourself! You know how my parents are. They would never let me go to a concert with my friends. So of course I had to say, you were taking me. They trust you." Lisa said as if she was lecturing me, "You have to come to Jacksonville anyways..." "Yeah, but I wanted to shop and stuff! This is my vacation!" "You do that all the time. Going to a Backstreet Boys concert with your favourite cousin isn't something that happens all the time." "Thank God it doesn't happen all the time." "Hey, why don't you both just shut up!" yelled the ugly cab driver, angrily. Lisa jumped and said in this wimpy voice "I'm sorry..." Then she turned to me and whispered "Emily! Why didn't you drive? Your parents just got you that new shiney car!" "Umm...exactly! I'm not driving to a really bad part of downtown Jacksonville in my new 98 silver Camero!" "It isn't a bad part of Jacksonville!" Lisa snapped at me, "I live in the area!" "Then why did you insist on taking a freakin cab!" "I hate to walk." she simply answered. "Well, it would do you some good." I muttered. "What?!" she shreiked. "Shut up!" the cabbie yelled again. Now I was majorly ticked. "Excuse me, but we are paying you to drive us. So stay out of our buisness!" I said snottily. "Dumb witch," he muttered, "Thinks that money can get her anything." I turned away from my cousin and stared out the window. I cannot believe I am going to a Backstreet Boys concert, I kept on thinking. I'm wasting my last real summer vacation by going to a Backstreet Boys concert. To me this summer was my last real summer vacation. I turned 18 and graduated in June. I'd be starting University soon. It was August 18th so I have exactly one more week before school started. And this was not how I pictured myself ending my last summer of pure bliss before I had to grow up. "Emily?" I turned to look at her, my expression softening a bit. Why was I being so hard on her? She was just a kid. She just turned 13 in March. If I was her age, I would be excited about going to a Backstreet Boys concert. I mean they are pretty good looking.... "Why didn't you dress up a little bit?" she asked in her used too often 'in just a cute little girl voice'. "Lisa, it's a concert. Why would I dress up?" I asked her back. This was confusing me. "I dunno!" she said uncertainly, "I mean, there's nothing wrong with what your wearing, but don't you want any of the guys to notice you?" I looked down at what I was wearing. A pair of dark blue flared 'Silver' jeans with a black Club Monaco tank top. A pair of black 3 inch platforms (hey, I need the height. I'm only 5ft 2 and I'm 18 for God's sake!), and carrying a small, silver Polo Sport shoulder bag. I also had on bright blue bra. You could see the strap and it added some colour to my dark emsemble. I open my mouth to reply when the driver stopped and said, "14.47" I pulled out my wallet and haned him a 20. Then yanked my cousin out of the cab. Her eyes were glazed over with excitment. "Caroline!" Lisa yelled to a petite blond. Definitly bleached, I though to myself as I smiled at her. "Emily, this is my best friend Caroline. She's in my class at school. Caroline, this is the cousin, Emily." Lana excitedly. "Like, pleased to meet you!" Caroline squealed in a valley girl accent. "Likewise...." I answered. I promised Lisa I'd be nice. "Whatever! Let's go." Caroline said, "I'll be totally buggin' if I don't get, like, wicked seats." (*Author's note...I don't mean to insult anybody that actually talks like this.*) Her and Lisa grabbed my arms and ran to the seemingly never ending lines of girls. This was gonna be fun, I thought, we've still got 5 more hours to go. I took my walkman out my bag, popped the earphones in my ears and got lost in my daydreams, only coming back to reality when I hear the screams of rabid fans because they could hear the boys rehersing.Back to.........
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