My name is Michelle, but call me Mick, Michelle's too girly.
I'm 17 -turning 18 soon- years old, and I miss my best friend, Niall Horan. I haven't seen him in about a year, when he auditioned for the X-Factor.
I plan to see him soon, real soon.
I have a loving family, Mother, Father and Keke, my little sister. Her real name is Keona.
On the last day of school, I arrive home. I see a note on the table. It says the following:
Your Father and I have to decided to visit America. We are bringing Keona to Ireland, she wanted to see your cousins Molly and Daren. We are sorry to leave right before you birthday, we have to. I'm sorry sweetie it's for work. We'll be back ASAP.
They just took off, another thing leaving me. And Keona, to IRELAND? Yeah, I know we live in London, not America, but Ireland? Well I did go there many times, so I guess it's fair.
Well, I better get going. I have to go to work. I sit outside the Tea Shop on the corner and play my guitar, with an accompany of singing from me. I enjoy it, and the outcome is pretty good. I usually get 20-40 dollars a day. It's not like I have to pay anything. Well, except my Iphone bill. But that's only 30 bucks a month not counting the plan. And I work 6 days, a week. So that's about $180 a week.
Pretty good, if I do not say so myself.
*At the Tea Shop*
I walk in to the shop.
"Hey Mick, ready to sing?" says Wayne, my boss.
"Yep!" I say, really enthusiastic. I unzip my guitar case and hand it to Wayne. He takes it and nods, as I walk out the door. I take my box with me, for the money.
"There!' I say, all set up ready to sing. I clear my thought.
"You know I'd fall apart without you, I don't know how you do what you do, 'cause everything that don't make sense about about me
It makes sense when I'm with you, Like everything that's green, girl I need you
But it's more than one and one makes two
So put aside the math and the logic of it
You gotta know your wanted too
I wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips, I wanna make you feel wanted
I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever, and never let you forget it
Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted"
I smile as I finish, about a dozen people clapping and dropping money into my box.