Erin [editing]

FORTY-NINE| what a pain

Helloooooo
So, there is only one more chapter left in ERIN for all that were asking me about it.....
ERIN was called Four Daddies before my co-writers and I came to the conclusion
to call the book ERIN for a more direct effect.
Thanks so much, and please enjoy the last two chapters!!!!!!
-TS

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School, again. What a pain in the fucking ass. It's almost that time of the year where I'd rather eat nails than step foot into that school again. We have only two weeks till school starts and I prayed to Allah, God, Zeus, Yeezy, and Beyonce that I would somehow mysteriously die or get sent away somewhere so I wouldn't have to go to school. None of the gods answered my prayers.

I called Grayson back in July on the yacht and apologized for being a dick, but we're never getting back together, ever. He's at NYU with a full ride scholarship studying to be an astronaut and shit, all the while Wyatt rots in nothingness because he sure as hell didn't go to heaven, and hell isn't bad enough for him, so the nothingness was the next choice. Grayson says he likes it there and he's playing soccer, so that should be good for him. I wasn't good for him, I was a cancer in his life.

Nicola called her father and she was right, her parents are getting a divorce. But she told me she was going to visit her father in Tokyo every chance she gets. She even told me hat she might go to university in Tokyo just to be with her father more and receive a better education since she wants to major in traveling and exploring cultures and whatnot. I'm glad she's getting some balls and taking action, because her bitching and whatnot started to get on my damn nerves.

When I came home after the yacht trip, I was welcomed home with a car, a fucking car! I don't know brand names or anything really about cars, but it's a pretty black one! Harry told me that it was a Ford GT, whatever that means. But it's a stick-shift sports car, which I had to learn how to drive. But, I love my fucking car so much! I drove it with Harry to take my driving test so I could get my license. And to my surprise, I actually passed! I have a fucking car! I can go anywhere I want anytime I want and I can actually drive myself!

"Can I have a haircut?" I asked suddenly.

All four of them looked at me.

"Really?" Niall asked.

His hair is now fully brown and he has a beard.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"A haircut?" Harry asked.

"Yes, where you get your hair actually gets cut," I said.

"How much cut?" Louis asked.

"Above my shoulders maybe? It's too long and aggravating," I said.

"Sure," Liam said.

"What! We have to talk about this!" Harry protested.

"No we don't. It's my hair," I frowned.

"But–"

"You cut your hair," I said crossing my arms.

"Yeah," Harry grumbled while running his hand through his now short hair.

"But your hair is so pretty," said Louis.

"Bite me," I muttered.

"Fine," Louis groaned.

"When do you want it cut?" Niall asked.

"Now," I said. "I'm sixteen and a junior in high school, I want different hair. I hear junior year's the hardest and I don't want to spend it worrying about my hair getting into my mouth."