Dare to Dream ♥

Introduction

When Ms. Jones was younger, she was a slut. She would see guy after guy and never see any of them more than once. She lived this way until one day, she found out she was pregnant. She tried to figure out who the father was, but failed miserably as over the last month, she had seen exactly... 28 different guys.

She was a disgrace. Nobody liked her anymore. Her room-mates kicked her out, her parents did not want her at their home and her siblings all thought of excuses. As a desperate and lonely young, single mother, she decided to move to Britain to start a new life. She invented herself a background story, about how she had been madly in love with her boyfriend until one day he skipped town on her, . leaving her devastated and humiliated, which is why she decided to move to a new country, to start over, to turn a page in her life. Whilst in Britain, London to be precise, Mrs. Jones gave birth to a baby girl, who she named Laura.

***** 17 years later, Laura's P.O.V. *****

"Laura Jones!" boomed Mrs. Keller, the english teacher at Bexley high, "can you repeat what i just said?"

I woke up from my day dream. Everyone was staring at me. 

"Uh..." I started, looking at my neighbour, to see if he knew what our teacher had been rambling on about

"Come and see me at the end of class Miss Jones!" she bellowed, before returning to her speech about some Shakespearean play. 

I cursed under my breath, before retreating to my dream. I was in a happy relationship with Zayn, my favourite member of my favourite band. Niam were an item and Larry were friends with benefits. It was heaven.

The next thing I know, the school bell is ringing. I get up, pack my things and walk to the teacher's desk. She lectures me about how I never pay attention in class, and how my grades are decreasing hastily. I pretended to listen, but all I could really think about was the fact my phone had just buzzed in my pocket. I was waiting for a text from my best friend Grace. She was a massive directioner too, and her favourite was Liam. The only difference was that Grace didn't let her love for this band get in the way of her school work. Mrs. Keller handed me a detention slip and dismissed me, so I exited the classroom and took out my phone. 

*new message from Mum*

I opened the message. "Come home quick, I need to talk to you, Mum x" What could that be about? I wondered to myself. I continued down the hallway untill i reached the door. It was cold outside. The freezing January air made me shiver, my hands went numb very quickly, but I was focused on getting home. I walked for fifteen minutes, almost slipping and falling on the this ice a dozen of times. When i got home, i clanced at my reflection in the mirror in the hallway. My nose and cheeks were red and my hair was messy.

I didn't stop to sort myself out, I just called out "I'm here, what did you want?" There was no reply, just a letter on the kitchen table addressed to me.