Disaster

Sometimes all I hear at night is the wind going threw the trees. Never in my life have i ever payed attention to it. I'd fallen asleep to the sound more times then I can remember.

Though, other nights I can hear the sounds of my neighbor, Tiffany, having a wild party. A party that everyone was invited to. Everyone but me. I was an outcast, a nobody, someone with only one friend. I could hear them yelling up at my window, saying to come join the party, but I know better from last time.

"Kamron, why are you so upset?" Madelyn asked at school the next day. She flung her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a hug.

I shrugged her off of me. The night before was too hard to even talk about. Thinking about it made me chringe.

"Kamron?"

I ignored her and walked a little bit faster down the hallway, letting her get lost in the crowd.

I walked passed people doing things that should never be done in public. Our high school wasnt like other schools. Our rules werent inforced, and the students realized that, so they broke them and got away with it. Half of our school was high almost all the time. A few people would have sex in the hallway, disturbing our classes with their moans and screams. Yet no one cared to do anything about it.

I came up to my locker and did the combination. Once it was open I grabbed my books and slammed it shut. I then slid into my class, which was right next to it. The room was small and closed in. The windows were covered with the blinds and the walls were dark. A few of the lights were burned out, leaveing the few that still worked to light up the room.

A few people were in the room, one was smoking, one was sleeping, and the other watching a video on their phone. I sighed and sat down at the open table. I decided to take this moment as a chance to examine myself in my mirror. I pulled it out and focused my attention to my long, dirty blonde hair. I moved it to the side and put on more mascara to my lashes. It seemed that no matter how much I wore, I'd never be as pretty as most girls there.

One by one, the class filled with students. When the teacher came in, she taught her lesson, got cussed out a few times by students in the back, and gave us our homework. The bell rang and I was the first one out. I headed to my locker and grabbed my things. I left the building and walked to the cross-guard who let the people standing there pass. I half ran home, not wanting to face Tiffany. As I walked past her large, yellow house, flashbacks of last night came into my head.

I was just lying in bed, trying to fall asleep when sounds from next door floated ?into my room. I tried to ignore it, but it was impossible. I heard the sounds of pepples hitting my window, so I got up and went to open it. I told them to stop and they laughed.

"Why should we? Your little ugly ass wont do anything." A tall guy responded to my yell. The others agreed with him, yelling their 2 cents up at me. I didnt mind it, Id been called those things before. It's what the skinny blonde girl yelled that got me upset.

"You little Directioner, a fandom that babies are in. You need to grow the fuck up. They will never love you Kamron!! They dont know you exist!! You little fucking baby, a fucking toddler is too old for them. They are shit, and so are you!!"

To the average person, it may not have seemed that bad. But I loved those five boys more than anyone would understand. They made me laugh when no one else could, cry when they did, and make me feel beautiful. When Id cut myself, I felt like they were there to help me threw the pain. They stopped me from killing myself more times than I was able to count. And for you to say those things to me? They were my life.

A few more scars were added to my body.

I threw my things on my bed and walked over to my dresser to plug my phone in. I went to my desk and opened up my twitter account on my laptop. I smiled at the new pictures of the boys on my timeline. Bored of the same news being tweeted over and over again, I checked the boys' twitter. I checked Niall's first, and read his last tweet. My jaw almost fell to the ground.

"Hello everyone !! Its a lovely day here in Walker !!"

They were in Walker. I lived in Walker. I looked a head, looking into the mirror hanging above my desk. Big brown eyes met my gaze. My heart started to race, my face drained of blood, as I realized, that they were here.

I grabbed my brush and ran it threw my hair, attempting to make it look good, but failing in the process. I got my make up and redid it, making my dark brown eyes pop. I stepped back, turned to the side, and looked into the mirror, examining my body and outfit. A purple V-Neck and skinny jeans with black converse. I wasnt happy with my size. I wasnt skinny, but I didnt consider myself fat. I was a larger girl.

I wanted to look perfect because I was going to look for them. Walker was a small town, and I was going to look for them. I wanted to meet them more then I could put into words, just knowing that my boys and I were in the same town was too much. I had to find them.

Being 16, my parents didnt care where I went or what I did. My parents stopped caring when I turned 14.

I left the house and walked down the street, knowing that they werent there. I waited at the public bus stop and got on the large white vehicle when it was in front of me. Once I took my seat, I held on the the bar that made the bus stop and gazed out my window, searching for my boys. We passed several stores, a few neighborhoods, and a gas station. I almost made the bus stop at the local coffee house, thinking that it was the closest thing to a Starbucks around here, but decided against it. Outside the sun was slowly setting. I pressed my head to the dirty window and felt the vibrations of the bus pulse threw my body. It has a steady rhythm and slowly my body relaxed and my eyes closed.

I felt my body being shaken by a person. My eyes shot open and I looked at who awakened me. It was the driver, an older, fat woman wearing a blue uniform. "Sorry hun, but my shift is over, you must have missed your stop. I need you to get off the bus now." Her voice was raspy, as if she had been smoking her whole life. I nodded and got off the bus.

As soon as I was off, the bus drove away. I looked around and fear struck me as I didnt know where I was. I felt my pocket, about to grab my phone, when I realized that it was at home, being charged. Tears started to fill my eyes and they fell one by one down my face.

Across the street there was a brick wall. It was visible only be the street light. I walked across it and slid down the wall until I was in a sitting posistion. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried into them. It was silent for a while, until I heard a car drive by.

I heard the car stop, and reverse. It stopped right in front of me. My heart was in my throat as the passenger side opened and the person walked the few steps from the car to me. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I tensed at the persons touch.

I felt a pair of lips meet my ear, and relaxed as an Irish accent smoothly asked "Are you lost?"