Read the prologue here: http://jonasbrothersfan.com/Community/Forum/tabid/265/forumid/62/threadid/1150570/scope/posts/Default.aspx
Yay for my first chapter! Please give me some feedback on what you guys think of the first person narrative. It was a change from what I usually write. Anywho, I hope you guys like so far. Many more characters will come in the next chapters. I also tried writing it will a 'real conversation' feel to it. What do you guys think of that? Lemme know (:
Chapter One;;
I'm not sure what it was as a child that made airports seems so fun. Looking back, I guess you're so excited to get where you're going that the journey seems fun. They always say that its the journey, not the destination, don't they? Well, I think that's crap. This journey might be even more agonizing than the trip itself. Don't get my wrong, I love my family and I know they love me. Its just for my families standards, I'm...different.
Having famous siblings isn't really as fun as people think it would be. In fact, its whats making my trip agonizing. People ask if I'm related to them but they never know for sure. So they like to hassle me about it. Like the woman who checked my luggage.
"Amanda Jonas" I said, pulling my pink luggage set up to the desk.
"Jonas, huh?" She asked as I placed the suit case on the scale and gave her my name. She typed it into her computer and looked back at me again. I could tell she was analyzing the dark hair and even darker eyes. Did I look like that poster on her daughter's wall? I guess she thought I did because she asked.
"My daughter just loves those Jonas Brothers. Don't they have a sister?" She asked, looking to me again as she printed out the tag for my luggage.
"I don't know" I answered quickly, looking downwards. She didn't ask anything else after that and I walked off quickly, praying no other Jonas obsessed girls were on the 7:15 flight to LAX from JFK. My prayers were interrupted as my carry on, my brown over sized hang bag which is entirely too big, started beeping. The security guard standing there gave me an annoyed look and opened up the bag, looking through it.
"Miss, you can't fly with nail files" He said, pulling it out and dropping it into a basket next to him. I just nodded and glanced at my watch. I really needed to get going.
"Or a pocket knife..." His voice trailed off as he gave me a suspicous look. I live in New York City, what can I say? Sometimes I'm walking on dark street corners by myself. You'd do the same.
It's not like I live in New York by myself. I have two room mates, Ronni and Nikki. They also double as my best friends and bar buddies. That's the first thing my parents don't know about me. I enjoy going to bars. See, in the city, no one's really worried if you're twenty one or not. I figure its not that bad of an offense seeing as I'm only two years short. I don't get drunk or anything...I just drink...recreationally.
"Sorry, I forgot to check my bag" I explained as he handed it back to me, giving me some glare. I couldn't really understand why. I probably just gave him the biggest thrill of his day. Glancing at my watch again, I realize I should start running to my terminal. The plane is set to take off in twenty five minutes.
I made a break for it, pulling my boarding pass out of my bag as I power walked towards the gate. Luckily, I made it just as they began to seat the first zone. Letting out a breath, I took a seat and studied my boarding pass. All the time, I hadn't noticed a group of feet gather in front of me.
"Um...hi" A young girl, maybe 15-years-old, said, pushing blond hair away from her face. Oh god. She was wearing a Jonas Brothers shirt.
"You're Amanda, right?" Another piped up, trying to hold back a nervous smile.
I nodded and forced myself to smile.
"Can we have a picture?" The first one asked. I stood up quickly and posed as their mother took a picture.
"Thanks-" The first one stopped short as she looked to me. I immediantly knew what had cut her off. My right eye was purple, all bruised up. "Your eye..." Her voice trailed off.
"I play rugby" I said in quick explanation, silently thanking god as I heard my zone number called. "Nice meeting you" I said, quickly standing up.
Rugby is sort of a new hobby for me. I moved to New York City after high school to follow my dream of dancing. I've been dancing since I could walk and have always dreamed of being a chic, artsy, New York dancer. So far, that hasn't panned out. I've been out of school for almost two years and haven't been able to get a dance job. My mother was sick of hearing about how I sat around all day in my apartment so she told me to get a hobby. I'm not sure rugby was what she had in mind. I'll admit, theres nice satisfaction in tackling other people with sticks down. Its a change of pace from arabesques and demi plies.
Ah, my mother. Denise Jonas, bless her heart. I think she's crazy to have five children but I know her and dad wouldn't want their lives any other way. They both raised us well; Kevin, Joe, Nick, Frankie and Me. Being 'raised well' doesn't mean you'll grow up to 'live well'. I know I've strayed away. I've sort of lost faith. That's one of the reasons I'm pretty sure I'm a disappointment to my parents. Also, it doesn't help my brothers have achieved world stardom when I can't get a dance job.
"Wait!" The second girl called, pulling something from her bag.
"Can you give this to Kevin, Joe and Nick for us?" She asked, handing me this thick, large book. As much as I wanted to say no, I took it and smiled with a nod.
It wasn't until I sat down on the plane I realized what she had given me. It was a scrapbook. A freaking scrapbook. I mean, I understand that you might make one about the band you like or whatever but I couldn't understand why she was carrying it around the airport. Another reason I was thankful not to be a fan girl. I stuffed it into my purse and leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let out a breath.
This should be the most relaxing part of this whole experience. Sitting in a comfortable first class seat in silence. Why I am I stressing so much over this trip home? Because I, Amanda Jane Jonas, aka AJ, am going to join my family on my brother's world tour. There are a lot of things my parents don't know about me and that I'd be ashamed for them to know. This doesn't seem like a good time for any of these things to get out.
They say that wherever you go, you can always go home, right? I hope so.
