Class A Team {One Direction} [C O M I N G S O O N]

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~Prologue Part One~

I need to leave. My dad doesn't need me. He already struggles with the three others. He has my eleven months younger sister, Brenlie. She's better than me.

You can't leave, a voice in my head told me. I have to go. My dad doesn't need my bills too. I need too. They don't need me. I threw open the suitcase I found and started throwing in my belongings. Everything I could fit but not to much. I quietly pulled the suitcase down the hallway, careful so I wouldn't be caught. I reached the dim kitchen. Grabbing a pen and paper I started my letter.

Dear Family,

I'm sorry I have to leave. Daddy, you can't support me anymore. I'm almost eighteen years old. I'll be okay. Don't worry about me. I'll send you money once a month. Brenlie, I'll come see you soon. I'm sorry I have to go. I know you need me, I just.need to go. Asher, I love you bud. Don't change for anyone. I'm gonna miss you so much. But like I told Brenlie, I'll come visit, okay? Try to forget me. I'm sorry. Adelynn, I love you, my baby girl. Make sure Ash takes good care of you. I'm so sorry I have to leave you, Ads. Don't dwell on me please. Happy early third birthday. I'll try to visit you then.

I love all of you. I'm sorry I haven't been good enough. I'll see you all in time. Don't forget me, but don't dwell on me. I'm sorry, Ash, Ads, Brenlie, and Daddy.

Love,

Braelynn

My neat hand writing was scribbled across the page. I can't stand doing this to them but, they don't need me. For the first time in a very long time a fell to my knees and prayed.

Please, God. Let them be okay. Help them to forget me. I don't know if I'll ever be back. Help me. Help. I don't know what I'm going to do. Where I'm going to go. Bless me?

I grabbed my guitar in it's case that was sitting against the wall and slung it over my shoulder. Maybe I'll make money singing. I don't want to stoop down to prostitute. If I have to I will.

"Brae?" A tiny voice asked me. I know it wasn't Addie.

"Ash, go to-" I started but he cut me off.

"Why do you have a bag?"

"I'm leaving for the night. I'll be back, Ash." He ran to me holding on tight.

"Don't go away forever."

"I won't, baby." I placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"Bye, Brae." He kissed my check then went off to bed. I sure will miss him. I stood back up from my crouched position. I opened the door and the cool air hit me like a brick. I took a deep breath. This was my life, now.

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"Made a wrong turn, once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss, no way it's all good, it didn't slow me down

Mistaken, always second guessing

Underestimated, look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like your less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you are nothing you are perfect to me." Already people were.walking past me. I've made a couple bucks. But it won't be enough.

"You're so mean, when you talk

About yourself, you're wrong

Change the voices in your head

Make them like you instead

So complicated, look how big you'll make it

Filled with hatred, such a tired game

It's enough, I can do all I can think of

Chased down all my demons, see you do the same

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like your less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you are nothing you are perfect to me

The whole world stares while I swallow the fear

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in lying and we've tried,

tried, tried

But we've tried to hard, it's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics cause they're everywhere

They don't like my genes, they don't get my hair

Strange ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?

Ooh pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty, please don't you ever ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me

You are perfect to me

You're perfect, you're perfect to me

Pretty, pretty please if you ever, ever feel

Like your less than, less than perfect

Pretty pretty please if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, your are perfect to me."

I stopped and sighed. I picked up the guitar case from the ground. Three freaking dollars (A/N sorry I'm American, I don't know the money system in London). Not gonna do much. Walking the street of London is not at all what I planned on. I had very few friends. One of them was Aisling (Pronounced Ashling). She was my best and closest friends. The rest were kinda like back up.

"Miss?" A male voice asked.

"Me?" I asked turning to face the younger adult.

"Yes, I just wanted to tell you how pretty you look." The young man was quite the charmer himself.

"You're not to shabby yourself."

"Come have a drink with me." I needed a break from this terrible few hours on the street. I'll be addicted in a day.

That's how I became what I am today. I'm not proud of it. I never will be. It's the way I make money. Trust me I never thought I'd become a, prostitute.

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