One Hundred Days

Day 8

I woke up to scilence. This house was not silece since I moved here. Mikey came in holding a stocking. 

"Merry Christmas," He grinned, "I know it's not much but I couldn't think of what you needed," He said as I slowly opened up the stocking. I side were five envolopes, each had a different date on and were a different color. I looked at each one. I opened the blue one first. It had a passport in it. I opened the silver one next. / \ \ \ concert tickets. I opened the dark red envelope. It had a charm bracelet in with one charm, a pizza slice. 

"The Pizza slice represents the first day we come to the hospital to pick you up,"  Mikey grinned handing me the white envelope. I opened it. It was foster forms, all filled in and signed, "No one can take you away from me, ever. Always?" 

"Always," I grinned picking up the final envelope that was cream. I felt heavier than the others. I gently opened it. I was a small flatish box. I opened that, inside was a clear crystal angel with a golden halo and a message, "I am your gardian angel, you keep me safe and I'll do the same for you,"  

"It's real gold, but it's only cryistal not diamond," Mikey appolagised.  

"It's the best present ever," I grinned at him. 

"Well there's more downstairs you can have once you've had breakfast," He smirked. I ran down the stairs. I poked my head into the livving room door. Under the tree was three stacks of presents. Who was the other stack for? I brushed it off and headed to the kitchen to grab some yogurt and chopped fruit from the fridge. Mikey came in just then and dug around before pulling out a pizza box. He flipped it open and set it on the side next to me. The slices were so greasy. And they looked grosse even though they were probably from last night. Mikey picked up teo slices and sandwiched them together and quickly pollished off the pizza like that. I went into the living room once we'd both finished. I sat myself on the leather sofa whilst Michael moved the biggest pile closer to me. He then moved the second biggest next to a chair and he just looked at the third before sitting down.

"Who's pile is that," I asked

"Well it's," He was cut off by the doorbell which he ran to. I rolled my eyes before counting my presents. There was roughly twenty-five of them. I picked up the biggest. Before putting It down again. There were whispers in the hall. A blond haired boy came in that I didn't recognize came in followed by Michael.

"Hi I'm Niall," He said with an Irish accent.

"Hi," I replied. Trying to remember where I'd seen him.

"I'm from One direction we went on tour with your brother," he answered the question with out me even asking it. I nodded slowly.

"There are some presents for you there Niall," Michael grinned. The blond boy grinned too. I felt tired too.

"Chloe open a present," Mikey said. I nodded and picked up a smallish present wrapped in red tissue paper. I slowly unwrapped it. Inside was a phone case for my phone. It was black with punk written on on in a scrached font. I put in on the floor to the left of my wrapped presents. Niall opened one it looked like a stamp on the front. Niall started to laugh,

"Really?" He spluttered,

"Yeah it's from Ash you can go thump him or something later.

"Yeah I will," Niall said. Whilst mikey picked up a present he quickly unwrapped it reveling a new green day shirt. I picked up an other present. I chose the biggest. I opened it. It was a box. I opened the box. There was a smaller box. I opened that. There was a even smaller box. I scowled at Mikey at this point.

"Open it," Mikey said. I opened it. It was a key, I was to young to drive, "It's on the drive," he winked.

"Thats hers? I thought it was Luke's or Calum's," Niall exclaimed. Mikey nodded. I still had no clue what it was.

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We had all unwrapped our presents and I charged out onto the drive. There was a dark blue electric scooter. I ran over to it.

"It doesn't go to fast but it gives you some freedom when we're not on tour, you can go to the beach and into town with friends and stuff," Mikey explained. I nodded, "But you have to have your phone on you and you have to wear the helmet." Mikey continued.

"Cool," I smiled. I jogged up to it and ran my finger over the paint work. It was beautiful. Not even the "cool" kids at school had one of these. I heard Niall and Mikey talking,  "Can I go out now?" I asked. Mikey hesitated slightly before nodding

"Go have fun," Mikey said. I ran up to my room to get dressed. I pulled on some skinny jeans. A vest top and a leather jacket not because it was cold but to complete my look. I quickly teased the tangles out my hair and put on some foundation quickly. I squeezed my phone into my back pocket and ran back outside. I swung my leg over the scooter and started it up. I went to ride round Sydney.

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I ended up on the beach front. I looked down the beach to the water front to see a group of boys. I looked down at them and decided to walk down the beach. I stopped the engine and took out my keys. I went down the beach before heading to the sea. The boys were racing eachother into the sea. It was rather dorkey. I shook my head. I looked out to sea. I sat a few meters from the sea front. I watched the sea lap the beach.

"Chloe," someone shouted. I looked at the direction of the noise, "How did you get here?" Ethan asked.

"I rode here," I answered.

"Okay, how?" He asked. Pulled the key out my pocket and waved it at him, "How did you get it?"

"Mikey got it for me," I replied.

"Ethan," a boy shouted, "You gunna introduce us?"

"Do you want to?" Ethan asked I nodded. He stood up. He helped me up. He carried on holding into my hand as he took me to his friends.

"Guys, this is my friend, Chloe, she lives near me," Ethan said. I recognised one of the boys he went to my school.

"Chloe the fake," he said.

"Shut up Jake," Ethan said,

"Her surname isn't Clifford she isn't even related to hin," Jake retorted

"Jake! She fucking lives with him, he's her brother," Ethan yelled at him before pulling me away, "Bye guys I'm gunna take her home," He adds over his shoulder. I raised my eyebrow at him. I lead him up to where my scooter was.

"Wow," he breathed looking at it, "None of my friends have one of these it's the latest model," he got on in front I got on behind him.

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We pulled up in front of my house. Ethan got off then helped me off.

"Thanks for thee ride home I didn't fance a long walk back. Plus Mum'll be pleased I'm back before nightfall," He said walking with me though the house.

"I'll text her in a minute for her to come back," Mikey's voice echoed through the house.

"She's not a little kid," an irish lit replied.

"Is that Ni," Ethan asked. I nodded. I assumed he ment Niall. Ethan's face lit up and he charged towards the voices. I followed him a few seconds after. Unlike him I didn't know the layout of the house. He pushed through a door that I didn't see before, "Ni," Ethan called. Niall looked up at him. He grinned before giving Ethan a hug.

"Hey little man what you doing here," Niall asked.

"Chlo gave me a lift back," Ethan gushed. Niall smiled

"Found the responsible one," He laughed. Ethan blushed. I shook my head.

"Technially he drove," I added in an inaudible whisper. I turned and left. I wasn't in to mood to be with people. Not after what the boy said at the beach. It touched a nerve I suppose. I went up to my room. I just wanted to shut out the noise from inside my head. I quickly got into the shower. I just stood in the shower for a good twenty minutes. I got out. I put on my pajamas after drying myself. I crawled into my bed and slept.