Looking up from the screen and stretching I grabbed my phone to check the time. At 3pm on a Saturday afternoon there could not be a better way to be spending my time, sprawled out on the sofa, hot chocolate at hand, laptop fully charged and the room with the big TV to myself, for once. Obviously this was far to good a situation to last, and sure enough 30 seconds later I heard the front door slam and the excited chattering of my 14 year old sister, Tasha, begin. Tasha was a form of entertainment in herself, she never stopped speaking. Locked in a room with her for a day and no electronics would be required, just sit back and enjoy the never ending Tasha show!

"Aliiiiceeeee, has the post been?' Tasha ran into the room still in her shorts and mud stained t-shirt from football practice. I smiled to myself, Tasha had been constantly enquiring about the households postal status for the last two weeks and it was obvious why. Earlier in the year Tasha has entered a competition to go on tour with the X Factor contestants of 2011 and, as the tour began in just a week, she was dying to know if she was going or not. Of course, the chances were ridiculously slim, thousands of girls around the country had entered, it was the chance of a lifetime. Not to me though, the thought of travelling around with a bunch of semi-famous pop stars in their 15 minutes of fame just doesn't seem to appeal somehow.

"Yep, kitchen table" I replied, clicking back onto my Youtube account. My hits had risen massively over the last week, 19000 people had watched the video, seen me playing the guitar and singing, and the feedback was amazing. I had always been musical, but never had had the confidence to perform infront of people. However, a camera wasn't quite as daunting as an audience of hundreds of people so Youtube was the ideal way to show my talent to the world.

At that moment an ear-splitting scream arose from the kitchen. In shock, I threw my laptop to one side and bolted into the kitchen, expecting to find Tasha gushing with blood from a fatal accident with a knife at the very least. Instead what she saw was Tasha holding a letter, face white as snow, unable to speak.

"Tash?" I questioned. Lifting her head slowly with a smile forming Tasha replied 'I won...I actually won! I'm going on tour with the X-Factor!'. I had to admit, I was shocked. Not in a million years had I expected Tasha to actually win, out of all the thousands of obsessed fan girls in the country how could Tasha have won? But she had, and I had never seen her sister look so happy.

"That's great Tasha!' I enthused, "When do you go?"

"Next Friday" Tasha was practically jumping on the spot with excitement, "I have to tell mum and dad!", and with that she sprinted up the stairs, screaming up the stairs to our parents all the time.

Slinking back to the living room, I resumed my earlier position. As happy as I was for my sister, I didn't think I could stand having to hear about the trip for a whole six days before she left. This was going to be a long week...