Memories Are Soon Forgotten
Reality
I wake up. I look around panicking, black and purple walls band posters clothes screwed up on the floor. My bedroom. It was all just a dream. I get dressed into my skinny black jeans, BVB top a pair of converse and my BVB bracelets. Today I go to the concert that I’ve waited to go to my whole life. A BVB concert. I have a backstage pass and all. It’s going to be an awesome day.
I go downstairs and am greeted with a punch in the face. So much for my awesome day. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR WEARING BITCH” that’s my brother Josh “I..I’m s..sorry Josh” “Sorry? SORRY? DO YOU REALLY THINK SORRY IS A GOOD ENOUGH APOLOGY FOR YOU EXSISTING?” “Please d..don’t hit me” he slaps me across the face. I asked for that one. I run upstairs into my room I throw on all my BVB band merch put my money in my pocket and run out the front door.
Notes
YAY!.................or not
