My Twist in Life (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 2

My school days aren't always like this. Me getting bullied day by day. Sometimes I get lucky and only get verbal bullying. Though, there are those days where I'm not so lucky. In the begining of the day to the lunch hour I get verbal, and by the end of the day I get physical.

Sure I get it everyday, and sure it sucks like getting burned with fire. But, hey! I'm still here. And even though im only 15 I think i handle it well for my age.

I was getting ready in the morning to go to school. I dont have the greatest fashion taste in the world, but i dont have the best either. I also put on underrepresented concealer, just to cover the dark circles that I get from train and studying so long.

I decided to wear a british flag crop top with a white tank underneath, with some dark blue skinny jeans with black converse. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs for breakfast. "Hey mom" I said.

"Hey sweetie, sleep well?" My mom replied.

"Ya, I did" I grabbed a granola and kissed my mom in the cheek. "Love ya mom"

"Love you to" mom replied.

"Hey sweetie." My dad said kissing my mom. "Hey Tor's." My dad said kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey dad, love ya, bye! Oh and dad I'm gonna take the bus home today." I said kissing my dad on the cheek and hurrying out the door to the bus stop.

While waiting at the bus stop I thought of all that's been happening... it's been tough, my dad's army friends have already been killed... even our friend Pete... It just doesn't make sense anymore! We're not even participating I n the military anymore... so why us?

Of course being a sophomore in high school it's already tough because of homework, studying, school projects and of course combat training. It makes me sad, thinking "What will happen when my family's name comes?" Some of my brother's have never even participated in the military... but because the military can't leave any evidence of course they have to kill all of us.

The bus soon arrives and because the bus stop is right in front of our house, I wave to my parents, who are smiling and waving on the porch before entering the bus. But who would've knew that this would be the last time I would  see my parents smiling face, not covered in blood.

Sorry for a short update but I'm seriously better at short stories... but since I'm planning on making this a long story, I'll  just make short chapters instead! Hope you understand.
Also please try to understand that I have homework and studying to do since I'm a freshman... not to mention I'm  in regular english not some english honors class... so bear with me, kay? Well, I will try to update. PROMISE!
- xoxo tori