Vanessa's POV
This is it. This'll be my WORST DAY EVER. I would rather swim at my own vomit than to go to that One fckin' Direction Concert.
Why?
Well my bestfriend loves them a lot. Her obsession to them is like a hundred gazillion percent. I didn't know what's with them though. I didn't like their 'oh -so - boring' songs.
But! I had a plan, huh! Pretty desperate if you think but I had no choice left but to go through my plan. To humiliate them. My bestfriend got a VIP Tickets for sure.
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So here we are, falling in line through the Arena. It's so hot that i smell like sht or something ewwy. My bestfriend can't remove her wide grin from her face since early morning.
"Kaye, why the heck are we so early?" I can't help but ask her that. It annoys me.
"Well the earlier, the better. This'll be crowded later so we really need to," She said in 'the fact' tone.
I groaned through annoyance and waited in hours.
"Can we eat? I'm hungry," I said as my stomach growled.
"Then go, bring me lunch here."
"By myself?"
"Bitch please," she said as she rolled her eyes on me. This girl's crazy.
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After an hours which seemed years in waiting. We finally got our seat. Well, not literally seat, we're standing in our spot like a sardines in a can. Perfect(yeah, sarcasm)
Their show will start in Five minutes and I panicked about my plans. This must be okay, I'll do this no matter what (yah I'm insane)
Charat! Found the microphone. So I stayed still on my spot not far from Kaye.
And the show started, I waited for the good timing. I waited for about 20 minutes to go through it.
"HEY YOU ASSHOLES! YOU ARE ALL GAYS AND LOSERS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR ASSHOLES? GET THOSE SHITS OUT OR I'LL RIP YOUR GUTS! YOU FCKING TRY HARD BOYBAND!"
The Arena went in a silence, as well as those performers in the stage, its faces with pure shock.
I peek at my bestfriend with her face full of disappointment.
I began to escape as everyone began to attack me, they punched me endlessly,the muttered a curse under their breath and many more.
"Hey you shithead, you better take your consequences!"
"You won't come out alive btch!"
"You'll regret this fatass!"
"This fucktard trying to get attention!"
I kept defending myself, trying to escape this hell.
Then I already started to regret this. I wish I'd be home by now,I wish I'd played my xBox and read books. I regret it.
Then I can feel someone grab my wrist,trying to help me go away from the crowd. I sighed in relief. But as I become sober I thought it was my bestfriend.
I didn't expect that the curly member in the band would willingly help me.
"Why?" I asked as I began to sob. Already regretting this idea.
"It's because I can," he smiled while patting my back.
