I'm Going To Live With One Direction? (might be deleted)

Chapter One

Heeeey!

I really hope you like this story, because I think it'll be a little bit better than my first one! :)

So yeah I'm kinda bad at writing authors notes but I'll work on it just to annoy you.. :D

There's a picture of Ella on the right ------------> 

Okay I'll shut up now.. I present you my second story and I hope it doens't suck. If it does just pretend like you love it and continue reading so I won't start crying.. OKAY :D

ENJOY IT :D

Mel xx

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"How are you, Ella?" The girl in front of me asked with an attempt, to involve me in her conversation she was in with my best friend, Amy. It took me probably a lot longer to respond than it should have but I just wanted to make sure, that Malia was indeed talking to me.

My response was a simple nod, along with a smile. Not that she was actually expecting more, in fact, the way she looked at me practically screamed at me to not say anything more. She was obviously too thrilled with the fact that Amber, the popular girl, was actually talking to her, ignoring the slight fact that they were only talking about her new jeans which she was currently wearing.

The thing is, I wasn't that kind of girl who you'd call as confident, nor being anywhere near in the popular crowd. But, being friends with the most popular girl, had an impact on me as well, the attention wasn't only focused on Amber, no, it was also on those she usually hung around with. So because of that, other people would try talking to me as well, thinking if they'd be friends with me, they'd get better chances to talk to Amber. But what was so special about that, being popular? Sure, everyone wanted to be like you, wanted to spend some time with you but after that? Shouldn't we concentrate on school instead of always going with the trends and walking after people who were 'popular'?

So you may be thinking now, why is she friends with her then? Well, that all begun when I moved away to live with my dad two years ago. 

I've always been the shy type of a girl, my amount of friends only based on three people, but, if you'd count my cousin in as well, then 4. Switching schools was something usual for me due my mother's gullibility, we'd move away as soon as she heard something negatively about the city we lived in or a serial murderer had just been discovered. It was like my mom was just waiting for a reason to move away, as if our things were always ready, packed for us to leave in the next following twenty-four hours. But this time, however, it was different. This time, I moved away to live with my dad in London, with his new family.

Trust me, if it was for me, I'd live now in France with my mother, along with her husband but as they said, there were some reasons why I couldn't tag along. And what that may be? School. Their only reason was that it wouldn't be good for me to switch schools again. Oh, the irony in that. What had I done in the past years? But quickly, they were reasoning me with other things such as the new lifestyle, and that even thought french was my mother language, it apparently, wasn't good enough for me to attend on a national France school. But me being the person who avoided discussions, wanting other people to be happy, I just smiled and nodded at their wonderful idea.

Living with my dad was slightly weird, but I was slowly getting used to it. It was just odd, living suddenly with someone you barely used to see, let alone with people you've never met before. Before moving in with my dad, we almost never saw each other. He never really made an effort at staying in contact with us, my sister and I. My sister hadn't to worry about living with people she actually didn't know that well like I. She was already married to an amazing guy, and had born the most adorable girl a year ago, Sophie. The first time I met my stepmother, I now understood the saying 'if looks could kill', because the look she gave me, for sure had me buried five foot under the ground in an instant. My sister stood up for us, and that was one thing I admired about her the most. I never had the guts to talk back at someone but, my silence was one thing, our lovely stepmother hated the most. So, by doing absolutely nothing, I was annoying her without even meaning to. So yes, you could consider her as one of those stepmothers who's being described as the evil one in fairy tales.