I got up with a sigh, pulling my tired small frame out of my twin sized mattress on the floor. I looked into the piece of glass my uncle had thrown at me last night and threw my long blonde hair into a messy bun atop of my head. Two big blue orbs stared back at me in the glass.
With a sigh, I thought of my life. My parents, my dog, my sister, my unborn child, my grandparents and my second cousin's goldfish were all dead, leaving me with my abusive uncle.
I threw on a longsleaved t shirt and bootcut jeans- I'm not like other girls, I don't wear dresses.
(AN- Quirky like me ;))
"WHERE ARE YOU GIRL??!"
I gasped, and rushed downstairs to greet my uncle's gahstly face.
"S-s-s-sorry, s-sir!"
He made me call him sir.
Just as he raised his hand, about to cast my frail body onto the kitchen floor, the door burst open.
It was One Direction!!!!!!1!11!1!!!!!
AN- hey guys!!! sorry the writings so bad, im still learning xxxx lol lmao ;) lol dont be a stranger in the comments byeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii xxxxxxxcx
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the life of y/n
Werewolfthis was requested by milly and ol bezos (warning her dad did die, the bitch is slightly depressed, so u cant make fun of her)
