I'm No Different, Just Ordinary (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Seventeen

AUTHOR'S NOTE:// Chapter Seventeen!? Whuut?! HAHAHA! okay, so i've decided to write my story every once in a while so here's another chapter!

I just wanted to story to happen now.

Hehehehe :3

and it's RAINING HARD HERE IN THE PHILIPPINES! I'm so happy because i love rains i don't know why. ahhhhh!

Okay! Please read mine and my friends' story called Upperbeat! It would mean a lot! Love you!!!

Peace!

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    "DAD! Answer me? Why are those fucking bastards in grandma’s house? Don’t they have something to do with their lives?” I shouted at my dad after Uncle Mitchell decided to go to the hell knows where barn for as long as I know I’m not damn interested.

Everything in this crappy life is uninteresting.

“If you don’t stop saying those bad words I will – “ Dad incredulously raged and stopped whatever he was doing in that rusty old car of ours under this ugly garage.

Boxes were strewn everywhere that are filled with mechanical things. Everything that I don’t even want to know but noticed are all piled up and stacked on cabinets quite neatly.

“WHAT?! It’s true! They are pure torture! And they are fu – “ I was about to say another bad word but dad suddenly looked at me with those big eyes and furious body so I stopped.  I sighed. “Never mind.” And muttered.

It was his turn to sigh now. “Brianna, why don’t you just get along okay? I don’t why are they here, I don’t know who are they but come on, just please be nice for once?” He looked at me with those pleading eyes while he ceased wiping off the grime of a certain thingy from the car with an old rag.

I groaned. Again.  Well I don’t think I never groan.

“Fine. But da- “ he cut me off by gesturing a zip-lock motion against his lips. “Zip it. Kay?” he turned his body towards the hood of our rusty old car and took that opportunity to roll my eyes.

I sighed. “Don’t you have any ideas about why are they here? Not even a clue? Why don’t you ask Uncle Mitchell what is their purpose because seeing them here made my vacation 10 times worst that it already was?” I abruptly spoke.

But dad ignored me. “All I know is that they are here because of what I heard – their car broke down, I’m not sure.” Dad added while still leaning on the car’s hood fixing something.

I rolled my eyes. “Why didn’t it crash already and let them die?” I mumbled.

“Brianna not with those mumbles again!” He moaned. “But why do they have to stay here? Why do they have to choose this God forbidden place out of every houses?!”

“Brianna! Stop it! I don’t know okay! So please stop babbling or else I’m not going to finish this work earlier in time! So please shut up!” I snorted and sighed once again.”Why did they even do to you that made you hate them too much?”