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One Direction. They though they wouldn't be this famous, they never did. Some are happier than others, some are more sad. Social media is a big thing in this century. What happens when 2/5 of One Direction , joking around make fake profiles to see w...

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by nenaalina88

by nenaalina88

Elizabeth's Pov

" New school, new friends, new start." I mumble to myself. Who am I? You may ask, well let me introduce myself. My full name is Elizabeth Gabriella Rivera. I am 19 and currently living in The united states, Ohio, to be exact. I am full Puerto Rican, I play volleyball and I love sports. Lastly, I'm obsessed with Boy bands and social media. The usual for a teenage girl.

" Wake up ma, You need to ready for school" My mom, Ilene says to me. I'm not a morning person what so ever, never have been, never will be.

"Okay Madre" I grumble rolling out of bed. Going to the bathroom I trip over a pile of clothes on the floor . Morning, I step over it and go to the bathroom warming up the water. I simply just wash my hair ,body, shave, and comes right back out. Grabbing my makeup back I put on concealer, blush, but only a little because i don't really need it because my cheeks are naturally tinted pink with my high cheekbones. Then putting smokey eye makeup for my eyeshadow and a small wing with eyeliner and finishing the look with a small amount of mascara because my eyelashes were already long enough.

Walking myself back to my room I look through my closet, Not knowing what to wear I pick out a coral color dress, it stopping at mid thigh. I'm not that tall! What do you expect? Anyway, it had a brown belt along the middle of the dress on my stomach. It showed my shoulders and tan skin. Then I look over at the shoes and pick out brown wedges Not too high but not too short either and I grab purse and volleyball bag for after school. In all honesty, I don't want to go, but i can't miss volleyball, that's like a sin! Chuckling to myself, I walk out my room, with my phone in hand to my mother and father sitting at the island in the kitchen.

" Buenos dias mi Madre , Padre." ( It meaning good morning my mom, dad) I say and kiss my parents cheek, then going over to the fridge and getting cereal and making my morning strawberry banana smoothie.

" Morning Nena" (nena= little girl in spanish) My parents say.

" How did you sleep, Bear?'' My father asks. He's not very tall. him being only 5'10 maybe. he used to be/ is a body builder, he's not huge huge, but he's pretty large. His name Being Justo. (pronounces husto, or hoosto) With a cross tattoo on his arm an the name "Rivera" in the middle and sitting there with a suit on. He's very important at his job, he's a lawyer.

" Good papi and you? and how about you mammi?' i ask while eating. My mom was my height, 5'3. Us being Puerto Ricans we aren't skinny, nor fat. But have curves, in all the right places. She is a Nurse at the hospital near by.

" Good, But you should be getting to school now, and us off to work." They say an give me a quick kiss on the cheek and a quick peck on the lips for one another. And walking out the door. They each go in their car and I go to mine. Should I walk? Yeah, Lets try it..