Irresistible

It's 2013. New year. New start. I guess you could also say a new me. I'm Dani. If you asked me to give you a short summary of my life I could basically sum it up in two words. One Direction. I'm the typical fangirl. Spending my hours curled up on the computer practically begging to be noticed. That's what every Directioner wants am I right

I'm bullied at school. Not too much, just a normal bully going around school making those rude comments. If your not the preppiest girl at your school you know what I'm talking about. Some people say I'm weird. I think you could just call it, misunderstood. Mainly people just make fun of me by calling me a guy. Danny. Maybe my parents were drunk when they named me. I don't know. My name is literally Danny. I spell it Dani so I don't seem like a total dork. Thanks mom and dad, big shout out on the name game.

To avoid too much hassle on having a guy name, I usually just go by Aubrey. It's my middle name. Not like I'm the first person to try to completely tune out their first name. It happens to the best of us.

I try to keep to myself. My parents are basically never home so I pretty much live alone. Sometimes they're gone for weeks on business trips. We don't really have a relationship. I don't even know my dad's first name if that tells you anything. Instead of spending my life drowning in self-pity, I'm always either fangirling, partying, or hanging with my best friend Abby. The only other Directioner in my school. We were destined to end up as friends.

I wouldn't say I'm a bad kid. I'm 16 and I like to party. Is that too abnormal? It's not like I go get hammered every night and wake up late for school the next morning with a hangover. I have a drink or two then spend the rest of the party sipping on water bottles. I stay away from drugs. Hippies at my school are always hopped up on something. Looks like a scary road and I don't want to end up like that.

With brown hair about waist length and green eyes, I guess I fit into the "you have to look perfect" group. I'm skinny so society can't judge me. Abby looks almost like me. Blonde hair to her waist, skinny, green eyes. I guess you can call us twins. Her parents are always with my parents so we usually just hang around my house. It's big and roomy. I'd say she lives there. We hardly ever go to her house.

Now don't think of us as those model girls. We look nothing like those losers. Sorry but having a face that's pretty won't get you anywhere. Sorry. Take Lindsay Lohan for example. Pretty face got into drugs. We all know where it went from there.

I have a pretty good life. Don't take the bullied, misunderstood thing so literal. I probably feel worse for myself than I should and I don't even feel that bad for me. I know I'm pretty and have some money. But I'm definitely not a spoiled rich girl. Don't even try going there with me. I've seen spoiled and rich and that definitely is not me.

I've lost so many friends in my life it's not even funny. People say I'm rude and too obsessive but I guess I'm just not really too fond of people. My boyfriend dumped me last week because he said I seem soulless. Weird. I have a soul. I feel it. My point being I'm just not too much of a people person. Give me some time to warm up to you and it'll be better. Until then, don't except me to act like I know you too often. It's just not how I roll.

A lot of people are constantly complaining about how much they hate their life and how they wanted the white iPhone not the black one. People like that have to go. Push them off a cliff and make it look like an accident. I think someone can pull it off. By now you're probably thinking of me as some depressed teenager who hates everyone and everything. Pull that tag away. That's not me.

As much as I try to live in planet reality, I feel like half the time I'm living in some fantasy world. What teen doesn't want a big house to their self and their best friend? That's like a dream. Especially when your parents are as weird as mine. That's when you're glad when things end up the way they do and you are left with little to no contact towards those lunatics. It can be one of the best feelings of your teenage life.

Guys are constantly asking me out. I'm not saying that they're all beating down my door but I get asked out about three times a week. It can get a bit senile. I mainly turn down the losers. Anybody else probably has a good chance of getting me to say yes. That may sound bad so don't take it exact. I probably exaggerate things just a bit.

When I grow up, I kinda want to be a journalist or a singer. I'm a good author if I do say so myself. My voice isn't too shabby either. I definitely don't have the voice of an angel. That'd be taking things too far. But having a career about as big as One Direction's would be nice. They have the great fans. I would know. I'm in the fandom. They are the number one boyband in the world though. I will probably never get that big. But I would like to have a lot of loyal and loving fans. I think I could make it. Who knows though? I can't see the future. What can you do though?