Uncharted (Kind Of A One Direction Story)

Uncharted (A Kinda One Direction Story)

"Hey! Time to clean the bathroom! Lazy ass!" cried my step-father while he was pulling the covers that was on top of me. "If you don't get up in 5 you'll be dead, trust me." faking a laugh, I didn't wait until he starts counting. I just stood up, ignored him and went down stairs to clean the bathroom. 

I have a step father that, well, hates me so much. My dad and mom were seperated since I was, I don't know... 1 year old? So, I never really knew my real father. But, I hope he is the perfect father I wished for since I was five. My mom is kind of a busy person so she doesn't have enough time for me, when she gets home she'll be tired and just go to sleep. And to be honest, I sometimes think our nanny is my mom. But in anyway, I still love my real mom. 

I go to school, but I go at night. I go to night school. My step father wants me to do the house chores, so he enrolled me at night school. It's kinda hard sometimes having no one by you. It's just... HARD. 

My name is Wendy, I'm 17 years old, one more year and I can be on my own, legally. I have light brown hair, hazel colored eyes, and the height of 5'8. I'm always bullied at school, ALWAYS. But who can blame them? My own father abandoned me when I was really young, and for almost all of my life my mom seldom cares for me. So being bullied is not that big deal for me. I'm know I'm tough and I know I can handle them when they hurt me physically. 

I think I'm different, and I think being different is not that bad. being different is something you cannot control, and yourself controls who you wanna be. It all makes sense to me actually. 

I don't have any siblings, but If I could have one, I would wish for a brother, a brother that would protect me from harm. A bother who is always there when someone is bullying or hurting you. A brother who stands up for you when you're way down. A brother... A friend... That would be totally enough for me. He would be my superman.. my boyfriend.. my best friend... my FAMILY. 

"Hey! Are you done yet?" As usual, my step dad yelling from the kitchen. I'm pretty sure he's hungry, and he wants me to cook for him. 

"Almost!" I yelled back as I wiped the tears that fell from my eye as I was thinking of what my life has been through. 

"Hurry up! I'm hungry!" 

*

I finished cooking for my step dad, I didn't ate. I don't feel like eating with my step dad is a right thing to do. 

I took a shower, wore my uniform, grab my coat and silently walked out our front door. I don't always do this, I always go out of my window, but since there is a snow storm, I thought it wouldn't be a great Idea doing that. 

I tightened my coat, wore a beanie, wore my gloves and fixed the starp of my book bag. The snow breeze is cool yet so cold. I always walk to school so I always have to go out my house early. It's a 20 almost 25 minutes walk to my school. And with this weather, I feel like dying. 

I slid my book bag in front of me and pulled my earphones and my iPod. It's a great feeling when you listen to music and just focus to it. I shuffled it. And the song 'A Team' by Ed Sheeran played. 

"White lips, pale face breathing in snow flakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste.Lights gone, days end struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men. And they say she's in the class A team, stuck in her daydream, been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking wasting crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst thing in life comes free to us." 

I sang to my head and realized how this song relates to me so much. I mean, it's not about me taking drugs.. But it's about me struggling in my life. Maybe someday, somehow I can change my life. 

*

As soon as I walked in our school building, all eyes are on me, what's new. I'm used to it. Everybody staring, laughing, throwing crumpled papers on me. That's what my life is full of... Bullshit. 

I ignored all of it. I said to myself that they're hating because they're jealous. And all the hates just makes me noticable.. I guess. 

My english teacher is passing our tests back to us. I feel nervous yet relieved. I always aimed for the highest, even though I know no one cares, I still love competing with others. As soon as I received my paper, i looked at my teacher first and there I saw an angel's smile. 

She handed me the paper, and whispered, "Good job, Wendy." As I looked at my paper I received a 100% and it made me smile. 

"Thank you, so much," I whispered back. Why are we whispering? We're whispering because if someone from the class heard I got a 100 on my test, they will say that I'm a 'teacher's pet'. 

I know. I know. My life is a total shame. 

*

I went back home. I walked almost an hour because of the cold breeze and the snowy weather. I can't help to make a stop every 5 minutes. 

As I opened the door, it was all dark. I can't barely see anything. I reached the light to open it... and there I saw......

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