Magical Neighbors (One Direction & SLM fanfic)

chapter 1

Hi,

My name’s Lizzoure Shannel I’m 13 years old going on 14 on February 4th. I like the color Blue or Green , oh, the weird thing about me is that I'm not normal, in fact I'm a mixed, inherited from my mom. Me and my family are in fact, well not ordinary :

My brother is a memory thief: he makes a type of mist that can erase any amount of memory needed if we are caught in public doing magic, more specificaly, he steels their memory. Sadly he is only three years old and still learning how to use his power.

My mom is Mixed: meaning she can be anything she wants to be, for example: guardian angel, vampire, fairy, tooth fairy, mermaid, sweet dreamer,and sometimes even a gohst and etc.

My dad is a Sweet Dreamer: Meaning he can give people sweet dreams, and sometimes even nightmares.

Well long story short: we are moving from Atlanta, Georgia to London, England for no apparent reason at ALL!!!  I mean at first I was like ´what the hell is happening here that I don’t know about’, but now my point of view changed and it’s like ´well, everything’s already packed, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it now’. When that thought hit me I started to have a mental argument with myself…yeah call me crazy, but I didn’t want to leave my friends alone and ESPECIALLY in the middle of the school year.

BEEP BBEEEEEEEPP!!!!!!

'well, the moving van arrived to put the things away, how jolly!´(sarcastic tone).

“Hurry Zourie, or we’ll be late to catch our flight!” mom yelled, I didn’t even know she came back home from work…wow I’m so absent minded right now. “Coming mom!” I shouted from the stairs, I got the remaining three small boxes from my room and went down the stairs, out the door, and in the truck. I looked back at our-THE house from outside the window and saw it shrinking with every mile the car went. But it seems my dad can read my mind because he gave me a comforting hug, I hugged back of course, “Zourie I know this is tough, new country and all but, give London a chance…” dad spoke softly against my ear. Zouri is my nickname, short for Lizzoure sometimes they use Lizzy, I always wondered why they didn’t call me Liz or something, but hey I’m not complaining. I replied with a simple “Ok daddy.” yes I still call my dad, daddy ok?

We got to the airport, the lights burning my eyes and I had to blink really fast to get them used to the bright atmosphere. Anyway we sat down for a while, dad was with Charlie, my little brother, playing with his cars and mom, on the other hand, decided to change my outfit.

From: light blue skinny jeans, aqua long-sleeved shirt, white converse.

To: pink tank top, red skinny jeans, and black converse.

To tell you the truth I looked horrifying like I couldn’t even see myself in the mirror wearing those clothes you don't even know! So me being the sneaky person I am, I made a little plan...

Plan: ok so when my mom is asleep I will TRY to sneak to the restroom because I unluckily got the middle seat. So anyway I get the bag and head to the little restroom the plane has. I change in to my comfortable blue outfit and nice white converse, and from there I sit back down and when my mom wakes up I’ll just tell her that the clothes she made me change into wasn’t comfortable enough to sleep in. Call me a genius please!

Later then our flight was being called so I got out of the restroom wearing the disgusting pink shirt, the really tight skinny jeans, and the famous, most uncomfortable, black converse. As soon as we got on the plane and sat down my parents and brother fell asleep, so time to put my plan in action.

 I tried to get one leg over my dad, but that did not work at all so I ended up waking him, he looked at me, saw what I was wearing, looked horrified and handed me the bag full of my perfect blue clothes, “Here, please change Zouri you look horrible!” he whispered yelled all I could do was think ´I love you man!!´ as I held a grip of the red bag. I made my way to the restroom and immediately started to change, like literally ripping those hideous clothes of my skin. After I was done changing I decided to take a risky look at myself.

  And I couldn’t believe what I saw “The hell is THAT what I look like? How can I even have friends!!” 

I have very noticeable freckles on my cheeks and nose.

I have a non-stopping blush on my right cheek and a single dimple on my left cheek. 

Also my eyes were of a cat…my pupils were oddly large making the dark green of my eyes look like hoops.

 “mmm no wonder I’m the special one in the family.”(sarcastic tone) I’ve been sarcastic my entire life my friends laughed about it saying I was so hilarious and when I used it on other people they don’t get it…they just don’t get it, it ruins the act if they don’t get it. I walked out of the little room and everyone was drained out if that was even possible, i mean, it's only 8:00 p.m.

 after a couple of hours we arrived at what seems to be the London airport and then it all hit me like a ton of bricks things like: 1) where will we stay?

2) in which location?

3) will I go to school?

4)will we have a car?

5)are we living in a house or an apartment?

I couldn’t believe my parents didn’t think of this before I mean, they have 2 kids DDUUUHHH!!!

But as always my dad came to the rescue with my questions “Don’t worry Zouri, where we’re going is a surprise!”…are you fucking kidding me? How the fuck did you just do that my man?? you’re creeping me out dammit! My mom came from behind…she must have herd our conversation ‘cuz she butted in “Your father’s right Zouri, it’s a surprise!” then she gave dad a look, you know that don’t tell her look, i mean It must have been that look because dad then gave me the sorry, can’t tell you what it is look and the we started staring at each other and then I was the one to give looks I gave them the whatever it is, it better be worth my time losing of being sarcastic look. They shrugged it off and went of walking leaving me waiting for the luggage 'parents sometimes, I mean seriously I have better things to do too you now´ 

My long light brown side bangs fell infront of my face as I had my head down listining to Big Time Rush-Elevate on my I-pod yeah that's another thing about me you don't know I LOVE  Big Time Rush and especially Logan Henderson. I was there standing waiting for my parents outside the airport with the luggage and I couldn’t help but wander what was taking them so long!!!

 I mean yeah they had a 3 year-old with them but Charlie is always obedient, that kid never gave trouble and always knew what to do…he might be 3 but he is one damn fine genius I’ll tell you.

 After 3 hours or less my parents FINALLY came with the car!

I opened the door and climbed in, my dad putting the luggage in the back. My brother was already buckled up so we were ready to go. It was really quiet in the car so i just used the excuse of them being late, just to talk.  “What took you so long? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting out there? NO? 3WHOLE HOURS! THAT’S HOW LONG, AND YOU NEVER EVEN TOLD ME THAT THE LONDON WEATHER WAS COLD! I WAS FREEZING!”  “Zouri, sweetie, calm down we couldn’t find our way back after the taxi dropped us off.”  You see what she did there? She used her angelic tone on me… god damn knows that always works for her to get what she wants.