Diary Of A One Direction Stalker

~Chapter Two~ Stupid peoples are stupid

p have no problem with dyslexia. It's a story. <3 I just want it to be very clear that Amelia crazy, biased, and is obsessed with 1D

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Dear Diary I'm feeling really depressed lately. I have to miss my flight to Doncaster,to take my anger management classes. This second, while I'm writing this, I'm in my classes. The instructor has dyslexia. It's so rediculous. People with dyslexia should be locked up....It's so disgusting how they somehow "mix up" the letters.

I hate everything except my boys, and what they like. My instructor just told me, "When people tell you things like that, they are not trying to anger you..." That has to be the most rediculous thing I have ever heard.

So here I am, listening to this crazy dyslexic, rant on about "How to not take offense..." and "Controlling anger..." How am I supposed to listen to this crazy, half dead, freakish, dyslexic? Oh no, I just said that aloud. He's walking over here.....I'm writing this under my desk, and he's saying right now....

"You do realise that some of the most looked up people in history have dyslexia?"

I reply with, "I'm sure you are just making that up you freak. I'm always right, always. Dyslexics are freaks and always will be."

He tells me, "I think I can prove you wrong... Did you know that to many, dyslexia is a gift? Did you know that Tom Cruise, Orlando Bloom, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, Cher, Leonardo Da Vinci.....blah blah blah blah blah..."

Okay he didn't say that blah blah part, but thats what I heard. Dyslexics are disgusting.

Well, bye. I'll write to you after I get out of this torture.

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Hey....I promised I would write to you after the class. I had a great day other than the torture. :)

So after class, I went to do some errands. The usual.

I borrow the One Direction magazines from the store. A kid almost caught me sticking them up my skirt.

I destroy all of the carrots in the store. The manager threatens a restraining order.

Pick up my cheques from work. Its so funny how everyone cowers when I walk in. As you already know, I'm on payed leave from work. I supposedly attacked a co-worker. Fortunally, I have a good lawyer. As if she didn't deserve it.

With his charm I can commit murder.

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Dear Diary. Today I went to Anger Management. Stupid dyslexic drives me crazy. I got him to resign me from the classes. This is how it went, I'll write it in first person, my point of view.

I sat quietly, intertwining my legs and holding my tongue. Mr dumb-dyslexic blabbering on and on. I finally let go and I said with an eyebrow up and a smirk,

"I need to talk to you after class.Alone."

He drops his chalk and I can practically feel his glasses crack from the pressure. He responds, "A-amelia...you are the most dangerous person in the class!" Looking at the guard, he puts on a silent show of "help me".

The guard shrugs while lifting a page in his yellow clipboard. He says with a frown and another shrug, "Her record's clean as a whistle....It's your duty to follow up with students....why she even here?"

I study the five rings on my finger and let out a hot breath. "It was all a misunderstanding." I manage a small smile.

He lets out a sigh and barely mumbles, "Five minutes."

The students got out if there quick. I smiled to myself as I thought how I single handedly cut class short five minutes, and I was getting out of this. Tonight.

Hmm. Five boys. One me. How are we supposed to....my thoughts were interrupted by Mister blah.

"Come on Amelia...let's go down to the bathroom to talk." He said, looking bored.

I nodded and walked into the men's door, and he followed.

I stood in front of the door, feeling fine about what I was about to do.

I moved in front of the door, and clicked the lock like it was nothing. I slipped my own lock on the door, and slipped the key into my pocket. I looked around at the dirty smal room, and my eyes went to Mr. Blah like a magnet.

He looked horrified, I made my most troublesome face, and he cowered a bit. So funny...

I slipped a small stack of papers from my 1D decorated handbag. I reached for a pen and said, "Sign these."

"No...those are release papers. You locking me in here proves you are not better. Anger is a very difficult problem. I can help you get through this." He says, looking as if he was going to cry, gesturing his hands in a way only a pleader would.

"Sign the freaking papers..."

"I'm not going to. I'm sorry."

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I tried to relax. I just couldn't. I just can't.

"I heard your wife is having a baby?" I said with a fake smile.

He smiled and leaned against the wall a bit, clearly surprised by the change in mood.

"She got blood cancer when she was 32. The chemotherapy practically killed the chances for her to get pregnant....the doctor said it was a one in a million chance she'll ever get pregnant again."

I walked up to him. He was at least three times my age and I was at least three times as strong. I put on my most mischevious face and backed him into a corner.

The tension was sickening. At least for him. Just look at his face. He doesn't dare say a thing.

"Sign them."

"Sorry. I can't."

I stomped on his foot and he kept a straight face.

"Your wife will have an accident."

"Uhhh..."

"Sign them. Or, your wife. Will have. A miscarriage"

He has a look of pure shock as reaches for a pen.

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Dear Diary, to celebrate my release I go online.

Twitter. 0 followers.

Facebook. 0 friends.

News. One Direction to leave for tour in a week.

Craigslist.- One ticket. Vip access to 1D concert. Meet and greet included.

Only one month to go.

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Dear Diary, 27 more days to go! I can't wait.

I should tell you about my day. Nothing special happened.

I went on Twitter.

The usual. Telling little girls to go kill themselves...tweeting my boys and reading their tweets.

I walked my cat. The girls who were outside a few days ago ran inside.

I arranged a plane ticket and a hotel room for the concert.

I learned a new letter. 'æ' is so cool.

I'm going to sleep now. Bye

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