Just Another Fangirl

Which Life?

Hey!! C here!! A couple people have told me to update and stuff so i have decided i am gonna come out with a chapter everyday but they are going to be shorter:))

Also, thank you guys so much for 4k reads!! And if you like 5sos i am writing a 5sos one called my last breath. It is very depressing but its a pretty good story if i do say so myself :)

Anyway, enjoy

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Well, shit.

I knew that wasnt gonna last long.

i should have my own show called "The Girl Where Nothing Goes Right"

A biography on tv.

Written my Claudia Iberham.

Directed by Claudia Iberham.

Script by Claudia Iberham.

Starring Claudia Iberham.

About Claudia Iberham.

Sounds about right.

Every episode would basically be a small good thing gone wrong and every season would add up to one big happy thing going wrong.

So, my life on tv.

Basically if you didnt get it.

"Ha, they thought you actually liked them" Mac says snapping me out of my thoughts.

Again, what do i say?

This seems to be an everyday problem for me.

Do i show my real self and live that life or keep going with this life.

Lets make a pros and cons list for both.

My real life:

Pros=
Friends with one direction
I can be myself
I can wear what i want

Cons=
All my friends will hate me
The rest of high school will be hell
No one will ever want to be friends with me again

My fake life:

Pros=
Popularity
Lots of friends
Good rest of high school experience
Everyone is nice to me

Cons=
I have to give up the chance to be friends with my idols
I cant be myself
I have to look a certain way

What a mind fuck.

What the fuck do i do.

I KNOW WHAT TO DO!

"You know what Mac? You may think that they are stuck up assholes but they are really sweet people. Just cause their music isnt your taste dosent mean they are terrible people so get your head out of your ass and look around. They are nicer people than you are."

Man.

That.

Felt.

Fucking.

Good.

The best part is, i never said i liked their music did i.

Im a clever little fucker.

Before Mac can respond i run fast out the door knowing it is probably too late.

They are probably already in their car driving.

But i keep running.

I run out of the exit not caring how weak i still am.

My head starts pounding but i keep running.