How It All Began

Lauren was just a normal girl who lived in a normal city. Then, one day her mom entered her into this website contest to get One Direction tickets in Los Angeles.
I know what you are thinking.
"UGH, really another one of these stories!" But I am asking if you could please read it and give me feedback? No one ever said she won them. No ever said she lost them.

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2. Hope?

Chapter 2- Hope?

My life has been busy as always. Between tennis and One Direction, I can't focus on anything else anymore. Since it's still summer break, I haven't been very busy like I usually am during the year. But, as my days are limited to when I can stay up late and sleep in, I feel like I have been cramming everything in making me feel busy all the time.

My parents have been putting me in more tennis tournaments as the August months continues because of the nice weather.

Today was finally a "free day" for me and I was so happy. I didn't have any tennis related activities and no new One Direction events came up, so I was sitting in my purple room with both of my windows propped open letting the room be filled with a gentle breeze. The sun was shinning bright since it was around noon and the air seemed perfect with 80 degree weather and no humidity.

I turned on my iPod and blasted it while I went to get a bottle of water. As I was walking past the kitchen table, I noticed a note laying on top of a pile of papers saying,

Went the store and had to do a few things for dinner tonight, be back soon,

Love you,

Mom

Do you know what this means? It means I am home alone. My dad is at work and my younger sister, Meghan is at a friends house while my youngest sister, Katie went to the pool with her friends.

I quickly sprinted upstairs and grabbed my iPod and muted it. I then opened every window in the house and every curtain or drape we had. My mom's computer was on a desk in the kitchen so anybody is allowed on it unless she needs it. I clicked on the icon "iTunes" and scrolled down until I found "One Direction." Shuffling all their albums, I danced around the kitchen singing, screaming and being the crazy fan girl that is always bottled up inside of me.

When my mom isn't home and I am home alone, this is what I do. Scream and jump around while listening to One Direction music. No one is home so why does it matter?

I decided to be a good daughter and at least help my mom with the dishes, so I emptied the dishwasher and then reloaded it with all the dirty dishes in the sink.

Just then I heard a "ding" on the computer in the middle of me singing Harry's solo in "What Makes You Beautiful."

"UGGG what now" I muttered to myself.

I walked over to the computer and paused the music and looked to see what "dinged."

Fifteen new mail. Jeez, mother check your e-mail. That's the most e-mails I get in one month let alone one day, like she normally does. My mind was wondering, thinking should I check it? I didn't want to be rude even though she was my mother and invade her e-mail so I decided to look at funny YouTube videos instead.

Half way through a video about a "talking dog" I heard another "ding" and realized my mom got another e-mail. I decided to just ignore it and look on the internet. I typed in "One Direction" and popped up all these contests and concert dates. I started to scroll down until I found a familiar website. Wait a minute this name seems really familiar.

I clicked on the site and realized this was that one website my mom showed me earlier in the month where you could win prizes such as an autograph to actual cars. Then, I remembered the One Direction tickets.

Oh. My.

I started to scroll faster through the list to try to find the tab, but sadly I couldn't find it.

Wait, did the contest end? I started to feel really bad. Wait a minute, why am I getting worked up over a contest that I already knew I wasn't going to win? But my mom said you could get an e-mail. I slowly started to have a "mental" argument with myself.

I slowly scanned my eyes over to the mail icon. This is unbelievable. This just doesn't happen where you win One Direction tickets to Los Angeles. I exited off the internet and slowly stood up hearing the garage door open.

My mom came walking through the door with bags of groceries in her hands. I ran over to her and helped her pick up the heavy bags. While starting to put the food away, I saw my mom go over to her to computer and sit down. She clicked her e-mail and I slowly peered over her shoulder seeing if there was any e-mails saying anything, but I was soon just disappointed to see only the e-mails from my mother's friends or for other events.

Disappointment filled me again, but I soon just shook it off and didn't think much of it.

"So, Mom," I started, "How was your afternoon."

She looked up from what she was currently reading and replied, "Long and boring."

"Ya I know, shopping for other stuff besides shoes isn't fun," I said back.

My mother laughed quietly to herself then replied, "So how was your afternoon?"

I turned around quick, acting like I was looking at the time on the clock hanging above the mantle in the family room, so she wouldn't see my huge grin on my face.

If only she could see me when I am home alone.

"It was fine," I simple stated.

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After that, I decided to go for a walk and enjoy the nice air while I could. Walking down the sidewalk, I see my best friend, Lexie, by her house.

Lexie and I have been friends ever since we could remember. When I was four years old, she moved into my neighborhood and we instantly clicked. It was one of those friendships where we couldn't remember how we became friends.

Lexie has straight blond hair and blue eyes and is as tall as she will ever be. While I have brown, curly hair that seems to never be calm just like my mother's. I am like a mini version of my mother. We both have dark brown eyes and in the summer are skin gets really tan. Also, our curly hair is really dark and has the same kind of "puff."

I ran over to my friend and gave her a big hug.

"So what's new with you, girly," I asked.

"Oh nothing much," she replied, "but I actually have to get going because my family is going out to dinner and they are making me come with them."

Even though it's around two in the afternoon, Lexie will still argue she doesn't have a lot of time to get ready. That's what we have in common, we have to look are best and that might take hours.

"Ok, bye then, girly," I said.

We both hugged each other again and I started to walk back to me house.

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