The Battles of Directioner High

{*Mayra's POV*}

I was once a normal girl. There was absolutely nothing special about me. I had friends like everyone else. I laughed and I cried. I loved and I hated.

I went to a normal school. Cool kids always looking down on the others. Hot football players lounged around, gaining heaps of attention while skinny nerds sat off to the side, playing video games or talking about them. There were goths that just glared at you, and the girl who no one really wanted to talk to. Where was I? I was with the group who was insane, not in a bad way, just a shrieking, random kind of insane.

I lived a normal life at home. I lived in a plain, old one story house. I went to bed at 9 and woke up at 7. I did my homework in my room at my desk, and I read a lot, like many of my friends. I walked my dog, and I made sure if didn't fight with the cat.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, special about me, when 'it' happened. I became obsessed with 1D, an obsession that no one could stand. Even my parents became annoyed at how many times I'd sit in my room with speakers on full blast, blearing the so-called 'horrible music,' as with the times that I'd just sit in my room staring dreamily at posters of them, especially Liam Payne.

My parents didn't know what to do with me for a whole year. I was a teen now, and a quite hard to manage one if I say so myself. I didn't really care what my parents told me. Most of the stuff I agreed with, anyway, but things that I wanted to do I would do if my parents wanted to or not, which included heaps of 1D stuff.

Then I found out about Directioner High, the ideal school for directioners. Subjects include Maths (via the maths song,) history (of 1D,) geography (where tours have been held,) English (fanfics and lyricism, of course,) and much, much more, all to do with 1D. Of course, I instantly asked my parents whether I could enrol. They were not too keen on the idea, as they wanted me to go to a good school so that I could later get a job, and as it was a boarding school, but I promised that after this I would go to College, and so after a while of persuasion, they finally agreed.

I had already submitted my entry, a short video about yourself, why you would like to join, etc. I was waiting for a result almost desperately. Every day I'd check my mailbox, hoping for a letter addressed to me from Directioner High. 

During the three months I waited for a letter. My friend, who had also applied, had received hers and known she was to be taking the main test for a week now.

Then one day, I looked in the mailbox and a very mysterious looking white envelope was sitting there. It was plain, nothing written on it other than my name in bold, black, cursive letters.

'Mayra Foreman'

Staring at the strange package, I entered my house and sat down at the coffee table in the lounge. My parents looked at me strangely, as I hadn't gone to do my homework, but I ignored them. All I could think about was this envelope.

As if in slow motion, I opened the package, careful not to rip the contents. I took out a piece of white card that looked so beautiful I was afraid if I held it too hard it would break. I set my eyes on the elegant, flowing script and read:

'Dear Mayra,

I suspect you have been waiting for this letter to arrive for a long time. Most of our applicants have been waiting for theirs for a couple of months now. I apologise for the delay, however would like to remind you that hundreds of students have applied this year and the selection process was made all the more difficult because of it.

It is my great pleasure, and honour, to write to you that you have been selected to be one of the few who will pass on to the main testing.

Testing will be held at the Royal Festival Hall,Southbank Centre, Belevedere Road, London beginning at 2:30 PM.

We look forward to seeing you at this great event, and we hope that you have what's right to join the team at Directioner High!

Kind Regards,

Simon Cowell, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik'

'Yes!' I cried, throwing my fists into the air very uncharacteristically. My parents got that confused look they always get that tells me they have no idea what's going on. I walked over to them and handed them over the letter. They watched me as I stood, barely able to contain my excitement, and I could see my parents hiding their smiles.

When they had all said congratulations and given me lectures about how they won't be around to help me and such, but I didn't care. I ran up to my room and did my homework over excitedly, not believing my luck. When I fell asleep that night, it was staring at a poster of the boys, sighing contentedly.

As I drifted off into the land of dreams, I thought to myself 'I'm one step closer.'

Author's Note:

Now I hope everyone enjoyed this! This is probably going to be one of my favourite fanfics to write EVER! Other than maybe one of my other ones on my single account. Nevermind xD

This character is based around, yet is not completely, me. 

You readers are all absolutely BRILLIAM for reading this!

Mrs Payne is leavin' da house! :D

(... Never saying that again xD)