How I Met the Bad Boy // Louis Tomlinson

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"Miss Bailey, please come to the office." The principal's voice sounded on the intercom. People made the 'ohhh' sound, and I rolled my eyes. I got out of my desk and walked out of the classroom quickly.

"Mr. Roberts needed me?" I asked the old woman behind the desk, whose name I never bothered to learn. Her dull brown eyes narrowed at me from behind her pink cat's glasses.

"You can go in." Her said, her voice was nasally. She went back to typing on her computer, all hunched over.

I opened Mr. Roberts office door slowly. "Did you need me Sir?"

"Yes. Why don't you sit down Reagan." He gestured to a barf green chair that was positioned in front of his oak desk. It had a brown stain on it.

"Uh, I think I'll stand." I looked at the chair with distaste. "If you don't mind me asking, am I in trouble or something?"

"No, you aren't. It's just that something happened at home," he started, "and it's quite important. Um, it's hard for me to say this, but about half an hour ago, I got a call from the hospital. Reagan, your parents have died. They got in a car wreck, and were pronounced dead on the spot."

I'm pretty sure my heart skipped a beat. "No, no, no, NO! YOU'RE LYING! I CAN TELL! This is a sick joke Mr. Roberts!" I screeched suddenly. "Please, tell me you're joking."

"I wish I could say that, but I'm not." Mr. Roberts smiled sadly. "I'm sorry Reagan."

I shook my head once more, my auburn locks falling into my face. I swatted them away, annoyed. The tears hadn't come yet, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm in shock. Or that I'm in denial.

"Where am I going to live?" I looked at Mr. Roberts, my voice cracking.

"Your aunt Aliza lives in Doncaster, and she's going to take full custody of you." Mr. Roberts said.

"Where the hell is Doncaster?" I asked.

"England." My mouth dropped. So, I'm supposed to drop everything an move to England? I don't think so. Why can't she just come here?

I sighed dejectedly. "When do I leave."

"In three days."

"Can I go home. Please?" I asked. I need to pack, and wallow in my grief, and I don't want to cry and act all babyish in front of Mr. Roberts.

"Of course. Go get your bag, and I can take you home if you want." Mr. Roberts suggested.

"No, that's okay. My best friend lives next to me, and her mom runs a stay-at-home daycare. So she should be able to pick me up." I turned down his offer.

Mr. Roberts nodded, and picked up the black phone sitting at his desk and asked me what Mrs. Jones's number was. I told it to him, and soon enough, I was sitting in Brenda Jones old pick-up. "Thanks for picking me up." I said. I could feel the numbness of my parents death setting in.

"Oh, that's okay. Janie and Danielle should be able to manage on her own for half an hour." Brenda smiled at me with sympathy.

I nodded and when we got to my house, I thanked her and stumbled up the driveway and slammed the front door behind me. I slid down against the door and curled up in a fetal position.

That's when the waterworks started. That's where my adventure began.



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