The Girl With The Mask (One Direction)

Chapter 3

Jennifer's POV

I roll out of bed, literally, ready for another suckish day. At least I have work today. I like work.

I take out the pair of black tights that are totally mine and not Jessica's, my pair of black denim shorts, my grey tanktop with a white design on the front. I tuck the shirt in, lettingsome of it hang over.

I pull out my cardigan, which is a greenish colour, has a hood, and goes down to past the end of my shorts, and is kind of thick with a lot of pockets. I pull on a pair of black combat boots which are totally mine and not Jessica's and my black beanie.

I look at the clock as I leave my room, seeing that it's now 11:15 am. I have work in a little over an hour. I go into the main room and join three of the younger kids on the couch. They were watching some film. I sit there and watch it, not really paying much attention.

So far I'm not really having a great day. This happens sometimes. 

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It's noon and I think that I can leave. Everyone else is sitting down for lunch. I still have forty-five minutes until the first lesson, but it'll take me about ten to get there and I can do a video. I start down the street, just focusing on walking.

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I push my shoulder against the door and it swings open, the bell chiming in the process.

"Hey, Jen," Clara says from the counter, like ususal.

"Hi." She hands me the guitar and I go back to the back, just like usual. 

I sit on the floor, adjust my laptop, and pick up the guitar. I press record.

"Hey, lovelies. How are you guys? I'm okay, if you were wondering. Eight days clean. So, ever since I did Dark Paradise a lot of you have wanted me to do another Lana Del Rey song. You guys did your kind of voting thing in the comments and the winner was Off to the Races.

Thanks guys. That song is so apprpriate. Eh, who cares. So here it is." I take a deep breath and start.

My old man is a bad man but

I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have an LA crass way about me

He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart

Swimming pool glimmering darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimming pool bright blue ripples you

Sitting sipping on your black Cristal

Oh yeah

Light of my life, fire of my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want

Light of my life, fire of my loins

Give me them gold coins, gimme them coins

And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers

Chasing me all over town

Cause he knows I'm wasted, facing

Time again at Riker's Island and I won't get out

Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me