Have you felt like you're in a trap? Like you don't know who you can trust because you feel like everyone's a liar? When you think they're gonna save themselves while in the trap, by putting you in harm's way instead?
Or have you ever felt unlove...
I am roaming in the house organising everything. I walk from the kitchen to the dining table and put down all the utilities and dinner. I sigh in relief.
Suddenly I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I turn back and see Claire coming down the stairs, already.
And then there's me.
Organizing everything, not ready yet.
When there are workers in the house to organize shit. Why did father have me do it? Weird.
Claire eyes me up and down. "I suppose we are introducing you as our new worker to ha- one direction?" She says while giving me the fakest smile to exist.
"Shut up." I say as I roll my eyes.
"Keep that attitude to yourself bitch." Did she just call me a bitch.
"Whatever." I say while slightly pushing her shoulder and walking past her to go to my room and get ready.
I don't like her.At all.
I don't have anything to wear. My room is a complete mess with all my wardrobes out on the floor behind me. I call my best friend, Jules. She picks up after two bells.
"Hey babe." she said with her mouth full of Doritos
"Hey marshy." I say
"Stop bullying me." When we met for the first time I misheard her saying "hi babes I go by Jules marshy." "Marshy as in marshy water?" "Do you hear loud?"
"One direction is coming over for dinner and-"
"ONE DIRECTION IS COMING OVER TO YOUR WHAT!?!" she shouts.
"Jules, ouch my ears. Since when are you a fangirl?" I ask while rubbing my ear.
"I am not a fangirl." She hates being called a fangirl, apparently
"Sure. But anyway, they moved to our neighborhood today and dad invited them over for dinner which is very weird of him considering he's not the type of a person that invites their neighbors over for dinner-"
"Babe...are you dumb?" Jules interrupts me. Again.
"What?" I ask confused.
"He obviously wants to make a contract with them for his good I mean they are pretty famous and he just wants to impress them." oh
That is why father told me to organize everything so that everything would be perfect. He couldn't risk the workers messing up anything.
"Pick up my facetime" I say.
She picks it up and says "Prettyy." I look at her with a confused expression.
"Pretty you" she clarifies.
I smile and mouth 'thank you' and turn the camera to the empty closet since all my clothes are on the floor and bed.
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