This week was going by fast, and I could only do so much till 'they' came. 'They' as in, 'One Direction they'. The boys are visiting me after a long touring of 4 months. The whole summer. Now, coming back to school, it was a short busy week of nonstop homework. If it doesn't clear up, I wont be able to see the boys thus week, due to massive homework. As I closed my English book, and the bell rang, I got up and walked out of class not caring if I had to stay for late homework.I strode down the hallway to my locker, taking out my keys along the way.I got to my locker, quickly unlocking my lock. I opened it, shoving in my English book, and my 'MATCHED' reading book. I grabbed my coloured pencils for Art Class. Shutting my locker, and locking it, I took my time walking to class, not caring if I was late or not. I did NOT want thus week to end.As I rolled around the corner by my brothers locker, I seen some Seniors and Sophomores racing down the hallway towards me with the Computer cart. I literally froze. As in, I didn't move out of the way, though they were shouting at me to move.I couldn't remember me hitting the floor, but I must have, because my trapper wasn't in my arm, nor were my coloured pencils. The boy who hit me didn't walk away like his friends did. He apologized quickly, helping me by grabbing my wrist gently, and pulled me up.Teachers started asking me if I needed the nurse, but it wasn't my head that hurt. It was my elbow. I strained it, quickly pulling close to my body for protection. The boy handed me my stuff, and asked me a final time if I was okay, and I nodded, holding back tears.I sat down on my stool. All I could do was laugh and push away any tears that fell, hoping people would buy my lies, saying that they were from my non-stop laughing. Everyone saw, and most believed that they weren't from pain.Soon, I realized that real tears were falling, and people got quite. A close friend, Chelsea said " Lydeau, why are you crying? Lydeau never cries. " The teacher looked up, and pulled me aside," Do you need to use the bathroom? Are you okay?" " No, I'm fine".I winced in pain as I did my art assignment. It hurt, concluding that I was Right handed, and I possible could have broke my elbow. As dumb as it sounds, I could have, hitting the ground that hard. I asked my friend Geena to erase any mistakes, as It hurt to do even that.All thoughts of the boys coming were gone. I was screwed. What would I tell them? They would be so angry, but mostly protective. It was my fault for not moving, and I knew they wouldn't believe anything I said. Now, how could I afford paying for any surgery to fix thus mess of an arm I have, by myself?
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White Lies
FanficLydeau just wanted to see the boys before school started again, but no..She couldn't. She had to wait 4 months over the summer and now that they came back, she got herself in a little..erm..mess. She and Zayn only wanted it to be a small little lie...
