Hai guys so basically this chapter, you get to know Clementine more. Hooraaaaay. :) This is special because i could have just slept but no i did not because i decided to write. Hooraa.
After five minutes of ransacking my bag, I finally saw my house keys. I twisted the doorknob before I actually put the key in the hole, and to my surprise it was open.
Wtf
I left my door open. Or worse. Maybe someone barged in, a robber perhaps?
Oh no. I won’t die, I can’t die. I just freakin moved in my apartment and I haven’t even decorated my room yet.
I looked around my front yard, hoping I could see an axe,sword or a gun would be good, you know, for self-defense. But unluckily, the only thing I saw useful was the broken mailbox. It was old and was tilted to one side. I came near it and desperately wiggled the mailbox and silently hoped that it wasn’t in cement. And it wasn’t! Actually, the soil where it stood was pretty loose. I pulled hard one more time, and then with that, I fell on my bum.
Real hard.
To make matters worse, the mailbox flew right into me. By right into me, I mean right into my face.
“Ouch! WTF! Ow ow ow!” I screamed as I rolled the mailbox off me. I tried to sit and as if on cue, somebody opened my door. MY FREAKING DOOR. From the inside. FROM THE INSIDE.
Oh shocks I forgot about the intruder. I immediately stood up as if nothing happened. As if my butt doesn’t hurt. As if my head wasn’t bleeding. Oh my gosh, is it? Oh my head can wait. As of now, that’s the least of my problems. My attention was once again focused to the intruder. As I stood up, I quickly picked the mailbox and I quickly got into a fighting position. I swung the mailbox over my shoulder, as if it was a baseball bat. I watched a silhouette walked out of the house. I was ready to fight. It came nearer and nearer and nearer. Finally it came so near that I could finally see the face clearly.
“Clementine? You look like a mudgirl and she’s not even a cool hero and omfg is that blood on your head?! and don’t tell me that’s a mailbox you’re holding!”
Of course. It had to be Caroline. My adorable little 14 yrs old sister who scared the hell out of me by deciding to not tell me she was going to visit me.
“okaaay, this is not a mailbox. It’s a mudgirl weapon.” I said as I dropped the mailbox in relief that it wasn’t a robber.I kicked the mailbox out of the way and OUCH! My butt! Totally forgot about my butt. AND OH GOSH MY HEAD! I touched my head and the expected blood was there.
“uuhh, surprise?” I looked up and saw Carol smiling innocently, “We just wanted to surprise visit you and see how things are.”
“Um you may want to continue that later because I don’t know but I think I’m bleeding. Oh wait on second thought, keep talking. I’m just bleeding after all.”
My sister rolled her eyes and whispered something to herself. She came near me and she lifted my arm over her shoulder.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“I don’t know, helping you? No?”
“I’m bleeding, my butt hurts, I’m dirty, I had a freaking bad day...so how about YOU carry me? Yes?”
“Goof, you weight like an elephant.”
“The queen has spoken.”
“Who are you, Louis?”
Okay I’m soory, did I mention my sister was a fangirl. I think she idolized every singer and don’t ask me how she’s able to not mix information about them. Last year she went to the Jonas brothers’ concert and she threw her umbrella on the stage. She told me it was the cheapest thing she had. Yep. The perks of having a crazy sister.
“Shut up, just walk me.”
We finally entered my house and mom and dad welcomed me with not-so-nice faces. That’s it. By the way they looked, I look completely horrible. Maybe I should live by the name mud girl and have a comic book- Everyday Misfortunes of the unfortunate mud girl. Yes I mentioned not-fortunate twice because mentioning it once is an understatement. Well, on the lighter note, I don’t have to worry about being dirty and I don’t have to take a shower. Aha! I like the sound of that.
“Oh my golly! What happened to you dear?!”
“Uh..long story mom. Head hurts.”
“of course, of course.” My panicked mom said as she went to the kitchen, probably to get some frozen stuff.
“I told you moving was a bad idea.”
“Dad, I only thought you were intruders.” I said as I rolled my eyes, “see? I can handle myself. Did you see me outside? I was ready to fight whoever was in the house.” Dad did not always like the idea of me moving closer to the university.
“With a mailbox? Acceptable, of course!” Caroline barged. Sigh. Hooray for having a supportive sister.
My mom came back with a tub of ice cream in her hands. I guess that was the only frozen thing that she found in the fridge. Ohkay brace yourself for some sermon.
“Ice cream? Really? You barely even have food in your fridge!”
“Relax mom. Today was supposed to be shopping day but somebody accidentally soiled my shirt and I had to head home and change. Tada. And once again, head hurts.” I said as I pointed my forehead. My mom suddenly remembered and went near me then suddenly it hit us. Why ice cream? Why frozen stuff? For heaven’s sake, I was bleeding.
“Oops wrong aid! Sorry. I just panicked.”
“That’s okay mom, I still love you. Now does somebody here knows what to do because it freakin hurts. Ouch!” My head felt worse.
“Oh I know how!” clem
“Oh great, she spoke! First aid kit is above that shelf. Let’s get started shall we?”
**
After applying pressure and cleaning my wound, my sister placed a bandage over my forehead. I must say, my sister did a pretty good job. Anyway, I was now in my room with my sister, my parents decided to buy dinner somewhere. Somewhere and I hope it tastes good.
“watcha doin Caddie?” I asked her, she was currently using her phone.
“Tweeting and please don’t call me Caddie. It’s either you say it whole or you call me Mrs. Malik or Carly is acceptable as well,” she said with a straight face.
Malik? Familiar name. He’s probably one of Carly’s idol. (Yes from now on, I’ll call her Carly because she’s so bossy)
“The guy from one direction, do I have to freaking remind you every time!” Geez. Psychic much?
One direction. The boy band. I kinda know them. Let’s recall my sister’s lecture. We have Malik dude, I think I’m kinda familiar with his face. Then there’s the curly one, harry? Then Louis, of course, how can I forget him, my sister always told me about people who kept pronouncing it wrong and she went all night complaining. Then Zayn. The guy who shaved his hair. Or was it Payne? Zayn Payne? Sounds wrong. Way to go memory. I’ll just ask her. And there’s the Irish dude, Niall.
Niall.
Niall.
Once again everything that happened a while ago suddenly flooded me. I frowned as I remembered how Niall ditched me and how I was mobbed.
“Carly, let me tell you a little something but please promise not to kill me.”
“I’ll try.”
“Carlyyy!”
“Okay fine I promise I won’t kill you! Geez. Now Carry on.”
“I kinda met Niall a while ago and -?”
Just what I expected
A shriek
Sigh
I stared at her. When she was done, I made sure she was done. Then I spoke.
“And things didn’t really go well.”
This is so gonna be a long night.
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