Undercover Directioner

Ch.2 "Starbucks incident".

"Honey, get up its 8." I hear a soft voice shaking my shoulder.

"Mom..?" I say in a groggily voice.

"Yeah. Get up. You have an hour before school."

Ew. School. I forgot about that place. It's truly dreadful.

"Eh.. 5 more minutes." I say while shooing her away.

"No. Because you turn 5 minutes into 5 hours so get up. I will not repeat myself." She says sternly.

"Ha-ha aren't you the comedian?" I say sarcastically while sitting up in my bed.

"Yeah I am. Where do you think you get your humor? It isn't just your dad now." She say pushing my shoulder and walks out my room.

Yeah. Sure mom. 'It isn't just your dad'.
Yeah. Sure.

As I get up I grab my white sweatshirt with black bold letters on it saying "FREE SPIRT" and black ripped jeans with my black vans with my black leather backpack from forever21. What can I say? Black & white are one of my favorite colors.

After getting dressed, I put my hair in a high messy bun & wash my face then put a little concealer and swipes of mascara along filling in my eyebrows and brushing my teeth.

Done. Ta da, I'm magic everyone.

As I run downstairs I grab some waffles and pop those in the toaster. I forgot my phone upstairs and I run back upstairs for my phone while my waffles are still in the toaster.

"V, I'm going to be in the car okay?" My mom says poking her head in the kitchen.

"Yeah yeah okay." I reply.

As I wait for my waffles to pop up I scroll on my Instagram feed and then search Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn's Instagrams.

"AHH!!" I scream and duck down. I slowly started to stand up and see that my waffles scared any kind of living daylight out of me.

The fact that I'm legit a junior in highschool and I'm scared of my toaster when my waffles pop out is very sad.

What is life?

So I grab my waffles and drench them in syrup and meet my mom in the car.

**At school**

"Class, can you tell me--" my teacher starts saying as I start to tune her out.

If boredom could kill, this class would cause my funeral.

I look over at Allison and she's sleeping like usual. How does she get away with stuff like that? Literally I can breathe and I get yelled at.

I look at the rest of my classmates their on their phones and I'm over here trying not to pass out.

I bet you even if I did pass out, I'd get yelled at for that.

Damnit. I can break my pencil and get scolded at by this teacher. She hates me for no reason.

"--okay class. So did you get that? Understand?"

Then she individually calls on me and says "Victoria, do you know what to do?"

Before I could think this just came out my mouth "I'm 100% sure of not knowing 0% what to do."