Change (A One Direction Fanfic) *currently on hold*

Chapter One - Precision

Time. According to Google's trusty words, it is, quote, "The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole", end quote.

Time has often played a role in bringing white hair to the elderly, pimples to growing teens (though smart people would say it's hormones), teeth to a toddler, and age to a man. Time is something one should treasure ever-dearly because at some point, your time would pass, and your days would end. The older one gets, the shorter their days would become.

This has just given Celestia Saunders a practical and sensible reason why it would be alright to stubbornly refuse the fact that she is growing up and aging 10 in five months.

It's not fair, knowing that I'll be growing older in a few months, she thought silently. People would often claim that they'd want to just grow up and stop going to school to work and earn money, but she didn't.

Growing up means...growing up. You'd have to accept the fact that life wouldn't always be these rainbows and butterflies. There's what people call, 'Reality'.

And Celestia, commonly known as Tia, was disgusted by the thought of it. She loved the thought of childhood. The laughs, the jokes and the memories she had shared with her family was a wonderful and comforting thought, in her case. She may just be 9, and considered as young, but time would never fail to fly away easily, she believed.

Tia jumped over the tall huge rock by the park and sat down to lean over it. She let the dewy green grass slightly moisten over her jeans as she watched the people around her converse and play around the park.

She ran a hand over the grass and slightly played with it, moving her fingers back and forth just by the ends of the grass. Noticing how carefree and serene the aura of the place was, she had let her eyelids drop while listening intently on what was going on around her.

Though the chattering and barking of dogs rung loudly through her ears, knowing she wasn't alone made the place as serene as it could have been. She could hear a loud group of people which sounded like a family, arguing about something.

-'Why are we even here? We should get out of here before they find us!'-

-'No, let's stay! I miss this place!'-

-'Fine! But it's your fault if we get mobbed!-

-'Yes! Come on! Let's roam!'-

Tia smiled absentmindedly, thinking that the people were having a family argument.

Boy, was she wrong.

But that hadn't stopped her from thinking about her family. Although it had only consisted of only her, her mother, and her aunt, they'd often have arguments just like a normal family's. It was something that couldn't be avoided, obviously. It was natural. But Tia had grown up being an only child and her mother had become a widow when she was 4, causing her to take the comfort of gaining knowledge in reading and going to school in delight.

While other students complain of school, she wouldn't even mind going to school at Saturdays. Though she'd never accept the fact, she has grown faster than any average child should be by knowing quite a lot of things.

But it has also been known for a fact to others that Tia isn't shy. She has actually been the exact opposite. She can act very much of a young 4-year-old when she wants to. It is because knowing that if she let others know of her opinion of learning, they would think she was so mature.

And she didn't want others to think of her that way at all. It was just another personality of hers that she was ashamed of; being afraid of the fact that people wouldn't accept who she is because they don't have the same likes as others. She bit her lip absentmindedly as her thoughts wandered over the said personality. Again, it was something she wasn't quite proud of.