Chapter 5: The science of gossip.

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OK I'm not really sure where I'm going with this because I really dont want to to be annoying and cliche. So bear with me as I make it up on the spot. another thing that really annoys me is when people in fanfics automatically make connections with one of the boys then all of a sudden they are making out and im like where did that come from?!

so annnnyyywayyyyssss 

sorry I haven't updated in awhile.. like a long time... omg... im so sorry..

so this is going to be really short cause i feel like i should update and give you atleast something... 

I'm just lazy.

OK WELL i GUESS I'LL LET YOU READ NOW

PLEEEASSEEE COMMENT SUGGESTIONS AND STUFF BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE THOSE BEAUTIOUS COMMENTS OF YOURS <3

~Kendallll

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I threw myself into my bead and screamed as loud as I could into my pillow. Smearing my makeup in the process, and still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. At this point I was balling.

“Kenzie!” my mom called through my door “Is everything ok?” I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.

“Yah mom, I’m fine.” I called back, my voice wobbling a bit, unsure if that would be enough to convince her.

“Ok then, I made a little pasta if you want some.” I laughed a bit to myself, she knew that food always made me feel better, even if she didn't know what was wrong. But at this point eating anything just made me feel nauseous. 

“I’m good, thanks.” I called back to her. 

My mom thought food was the solution to everything.. and usually I would agree but at this point I'm to worked up to even think about eating. Once I heard her walk down stairs I picked up my phone again, hoping for a text from one of my friends. There was nothing. Even in my great time of need I'm forever alone. yup. the usual. 

I groaned and closed my eyes, not realizing how tiered I was. I mean, to recap: I woke up early, went to a 1D concert, lost my best friends car, ran around a stage, met One Direction, played truth or dare with One Direction, and a got tons of hate in one night. Thats  a lot for a 17 year old girl to handle! After some time I finally feel into a restless sleep.

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I woke up to the obnoxious beeping of my alarm clock. 

"ughhhhhh" i groaned, shoving it off the table. I rolled on my back and layed in my bed for a minute, staring at the ceiling. My bones ached from sleep deprivation and my hair was in great need of washing.

"Ughhh" i groaned again, rolling over once more. Only this time I didn't stay in the comfort of my sheets, but rather feel on the ground with a loud thud. 

"DAMNIT!" i screamed, sitting up, now fully awake. "damitdamitdamnitdamnitdamnit!" 

"KENZIE!" Try to keep the swearing to a minimum!" My mom called urgently from downstairs. 

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