"Noel, hurry up!"
"Jeez, Louisa. We have 5 hours until the One Direction tickets go on sale"
"I want to get there early because last time, the tickets were sold out when we got there and we couldn't go to the Justin Bieber Concert"
Oh, you're reading this. Well, this is awkward.
Hi, I'm Louisa Richardson. I'm a 14 year old girl who has dirty blonde, curly hair and brown eyes. You must be wondering who I'm talking to. I'm talking to my awesome, wonderful and caring sister, Noel. Note the sarcasm. Noel is 20 and has brown, curly hair and brown eyes. I live in an old apartment building in Brooklyn, NY with my sister and my Aunt Karen, who we almost never see because she is busy working 24/7. My mom died 6 years ago battling brain cancer and my dad is a busy guy who travels around the world so my aunt took us in. My sister and I are in love with One Direction. Yes, we are so called directioners. We are on our way to Madison Square to buy tickets to One Direction's concert tomorrow night at 7:30.
"LOUISA!!!!!" Noel screamed, hurting my ears.
"OW! What's going on?" I said walking into her room
"Do you know where my black heals are?" she asked me
"Why would I know where your black heals are?" I said with my hands on my hips
"Oh well, I guess I'll wear my black boots."Noel said angrily. "Now,GET YOUR ASS OUT THE DOOR OR WE WON'T BE ABLE TO GET TICKETS!" She yelled.
"UH! First of all don't scream, second of all don't curse, and lastly it's your fault if we can't get tickets" I whisper screamed because we were in the hallway.
"Hmm, how rude!" she muttered just loud enough for me to hear.
"Let's get going" I said while walking to the train
"Thank God we got off that train" Noel said "It was so tight".
"I thought you were used to it, since your 'boyfriends' are closer to you than how you were on that train" I said wiggling my eyebrows at her.
"I am very offended" she said fake sobbing on my shoulder. She is so dramatic. She should really be an actress .
"It's ok" I said, in the most soothing voice, patting her back. As if I cared. Maybe I should be an actress, too.
"Now, let's race to the line" she said running towards the line.
"LAST ONE THERE IS A ROTTEN EGG!" I screamed.