I stepped into my parents bedroom and handed her the purse. She got her credit card out and looked at it. Just then, she said, "Yes. I'd like to order some tickets for the 'N Sync concert on December 10 at the American Theatre." She paused. "What seats do you still have available?" Again, she paused. "Really?"
"What?" I whispered. She held up one finger, indicating first row. My hand flew up to my mouth.
"Okay, I need three," my mom told the operator. "Oh. Okay. Um... what others? Okay, give me three." She gave the operator her credit card information. After she got off the phone, she turned to me. "We got third row."
"What about first row?" I asked.
"There were only two seats together there, and since we needed three, we had no choice. That's okay, right?"
"Oh definitely! Third row? That's awesome! Oh my gosh! I have to go call Briley! Oh my gosh! They are so hot!" I ran out of the room into mine. I jumped on my bed and picked up the phone to call Briley. As soon as she answered it, I said, "Hey Briley. What's up?"
"Nothing much. How are you?" Briley asked. Briley is my best friend. She's a senior like me and she works at Steak 'n' Shake as a waitress.
"Good. Anyway, remember that 'N Sync concert I asked you if you wanted to go to if I could get tickets?"
"Yeah," She answered.
"Do you still want to go?" I asked.
"Well, yeah! Is your mom going to get us tickets?" She asked.
"How does third row sound?"
"REALLY??" Briley screeched.
"Yeah! Well, mom's taking me shopping. Talk to you later!" I hung up.
After buying those tickets, my mom was in a good mood. She had to have been to take me to the mall where we charged almost five hundred dollars on her credit cards. I got some cool new clothes, and I couldn't wait for Monday to wear them to school.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance until Thursday. Come Monday morning, I couldn't get out of bed. Due to some serious back problems, I was in pain. I went to the doctor, and he gave me some medication (a nice mix of sedatives and narcotics) and he told me to stay out of school until Thursday.
Thursday morning, I found out Briley had told everyone about our tickets. Including the two biggest Justin fans ever- Sarah Dawson and Jennifer Cole. In second hour Trigonometry, Sarah stalked over to me and said, "Kelly, you are now on my hate list."
"Why?" I asked, completely drugged up and out of it.
"First, you get third row tickets to my concert. Second, you show up here wearing a brand new pair of Tommy jeans."
"I'm sorry."
"Nope, it's official. Your on my list, and you ain't getting off." She got up and went to her seat.
The first thing the teacher told us was to get notebooks that we turned in last week, which he graded. "The highest grade was a 100, and only one person got that," he told the class.
"Who was that?" Sarah asked.
"Me," I answered.
"Oh, that's it! Another strike against Kelly!" Sarah said loudly.
"What's going on?" The teacher asked. Our teacher was the morbid kind who liked to watch students fight. But, he's cool.
Sarah sat up straighter and said, "You see, I hate Kelly. She got third row tickets to my concert... while I get first row balcony. Then, she has on new Tommy jeans... and now, she takes the grade I deserve on my notebook."
"You hate her because of those small things?" A junior named Kyle asked.
"Actually, we're kidding. It's a joke Kyle."
"Oh," he said.
For the next several weeks, Sarah and Jennifer found more and more reasons to 'hate me.' As of two weeks before the concert, I owned nothing of my own anymore. Jennifer and Sarah were taking everything away from me! My tickets, my car, my brother, they were taking the curl out of my hair and putting it in theirs. Not to mention all my Tommy clothes. One day during World History, Sarah looked at me and said, "Kelly, your a slut."
My mouth dropped open. "What?"
"Your a little 'N Sync slut. I bet you slept your way to getting those tickets."
"Yeah Sarah. That's it. That's how I got my backstage passes too... I have this thing going on with all five of them."
"You have backstage passes?" She yelled.
"No Sarah. I was being sarcastic. Hoping I'd make you realize how ridiculous you sound."
"Well, you had better be lying... or else, I'd have to take those too!" Sarah said, laughing.
The closer the concert got, the nicer Sarah and Jennifer got. They heard that around forty or fifty fans get to go backstage before the concert, and I guess they realized that they might get to meet them and I wouldn't. Unfortunately, things didn't work out that way for Sarah and Jennifer. I vowed not to mention a word to either about my amazing luck. That was something they would have to find out for themselves.
