Chapter 1- Tickets

Chapter 1- Tickets

“Hurry!” I yelled after Millie. Millie was my best friend. She and I have been friends since first grade when we went on a glass field trip. I was the new student. I just moved from New Jersey to a small town in Canada near Toronto. We went to the zoo but it started raining so we had to find some place dry. The best place I found was under a tree. I didn’t notice but Millie was on the other side of the tree. Though, I found out shortly after when she asked if I wanted to sit on her rain coat. We’ve been best friends ever since.

“This is as fast as I can run in these shoes!” she yelled back to me. She slowed down and took off her shoes and caught up to me.

“You should’ve worn better shoes.” I said as we turned the corner.

“Well, you should’ve woken up earlier.” I had set my alarm for nine thirty but I turned it off before I was fully awake. But the reason we were running was because the Jonas Brothers tickets went on sale today. Eleven o’clock to be exact. It was now ten forty-six and we wanted to be on the computer the exact minute they went on sale.

I laughed to myself when I looked down to see the snow still on the sidewalk. Millie, with her shoes in her hand, would have to run down the street barefoot. Luckily, her house was only a street and a half away from where we were.

We darted down the snow filled road and didn’t slow as we entered her house.

“Go, go, go!” she yelled as she held the door open for me. “How mush time down we have left?”

I looked at my watch as I untied my shoes. “Six minutes!” Millie tore off her shoes and we run to the basement. Through, we had to slow when we past her grandmother. “Hi, Mrs. Jonas—I mean Miller!” I shouted as we past her. Millie was a nickname I came up with in forth grade. Her real name is Hannah. I used to call her that but I don’t anymore. In forth grade we decided to get nicknames. Her nickname for me is Mimi. My full name is Madeline. But that’s too formal.

Millie and I whipped down the halls and into her bedroom. She pulled open her laptop and turned it on. “Come on, come on.” She mumbled. “Okay!” she nearly yelled when the thing finally loaded. She typed something into the search-engine but I didn’t catch it because she was typing so furiously. She pulled out her credit card and typed in the numbers needed. I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers, and held my breath.

The room fell silent. I heard Millie caught her breath again as she screamed. “We got them! Ahhh!” I opened my eyes, stunned. She grabbed my shoulders and started jumping up and down. Then reality hit me. We got the tickets. We were going to see the Jonas Brothers. The boys that I’ve been dreaming of for the better half of my life, and now I was going to meet them. I started screaming just like Millie. And then we both started laughing, then crying, and then hyperventilating.

After our little fits, we started to plain out exactly what would happen. We would go to the concert, go on stage for Hello Beautiful, and then make them fall in love with us at the meet-and-greet. We also picked out our clothes for that day even thought it was months away.

I thanked Millie once again for ordering my tickets before heading back to my house for the night. I was so excited to tell my dad that I ran all the way home.

I broke through the doors to find my dad on the couch walking TV.

“Dad!” I shouted as I jumped on top of him. “We go them! We got the tickets! We’re going to see the Jonas Brothers!” I began to squeak by the last part. He laughed and hugged me. I held out my hand for the money that he owed me…I mean Millie. He rolled his eyes and slapped a few bills into the palm of my hand. I squealed again and kissed his cheek.

“I can’t wait to tell mom!” I yelled as I ran up the stairs.

Once I got into my room, I took out I pen and paper and began to write.

Dear Mom,

I miss you so much. Like I don’t think have can even grasp the concept of how much I miss you. I wish that you hadn’t gone. I mean, I heard its nice there and all but why did it have to be you? Away from dad and Emma and me…. Anyway, I get it. You had to go. So, I have great news! I’m going to see the Jonas Brothers in concert! I’m so ecit—

My thoughts were interrupted by my baby sister throwing something at me. She was of that age now where she thought “You’re not the boss of me!”

“Emma!” I yelled and got up and slammed my door shut. I locked it so she couldn’t get in. I sat back down in my chair and picked up the pen again.

—ed! These are the boys that I’ve been gushing over for my whole life! And now, to actually meant them! sigh Well, it’s late, I’m tired, and I have to beat up Emma.

Love forever,

Mimi.

I folded the piece of paper and shoved it into an envelope. I pulled open my drawer and dropped the letter into it. If you were wondering why I didn’t mail it or put a stamp on it or anything, it’s because I can’t. See, my mom is dead. She died shortly after Emma was born. Sometimes I wish she could have known Emma better.

It’s been especially hard on my dad. He has to take care of two girls. He doesn’t really know how.

I was forced to grow up fast. Most of my friends I find really immature. But not Millie. Millie is the only one that that really understands me. Her parents both past away, too. Her parents were in a car crash and died at the seen.

Anyway, I write my mom letters. My dad doesn’t agree with it. He thinks I’ll never get over her if I keep doing it. But, really, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.