Fixing Diana (Zayn Malik)[ON HOLD]

Bye Bye Fat Rat

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July 7 , 2010

I sit on the old, dirty mattress in the shadows of the alleyway counting my money in hope for enough to buy a few meals for the week and a pack of cigarettes. I hear some small scratchy noises coming from my left I look over and see what makes living in an alleyway oh so joyous, rats. I hope you caught the sarcasm cause if you didn't, well I don't mean to be rude but, you are stupid. And yes. You now know I live my precious 15 year old life in and alley. Doesn't matter anyway, I'm 16 in a few days specifically July 18.

I scrunch my nose in disgust as the rat the size of a chihuahua scuttles over to my small mattress and starts chewing at it. Ew.

"Shoo you dirty animal! Scram!" I say swatting at the large rodent. I sigh as I scurries away from my small dwelling. I get up and bring myself to the nearest gas station and head into the small, smelly restroom. I look in the mirror looking at the grimy figure in front of me. I lift up my shirt and count my ribs. I can see to many to be honest. I haven't acquired a decent meal for weeks and haven't had a shower in a few months. My cloths were rags and blond hair was the color of dirt and my eyes don't look like the emerald green color they should be. I don't even look alive I'm so pale. I run the water cupping my hands and splashing it on my dirty face. I scrub at it hoping to rid myself of all the dirt. I watch as the now brown water makes its way down the drain. I need to do something about this.

I sigh, stepping out of the small bathroom and make my way to the snack foods and grab a few cheap items and make my way up to the counter but not before slipping a pack of cigarettes into my pocket. I pull out my money and buy the food without a word said between me and the miserable looking cashier. I give him a nod before leaving the small building. I make my way through the streets of South London, ignoring the disgusted looks directed to me. I lean against a tall building and pull out a cig as a man comes out of it. He comes over to me and stands next to me looking strange in his black suit and expensive shoes. He studies me as I lite my cigarette.

"You got a problem, buddy?" I ask with my heavy British accent. I look him up and down glaring at him. He squints at me.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"What's it to you?" I snap rolling my eyes, taking a long drag from my cigarette and slowly puffing the smoke out of my lungs.

"Okay? Then how old are you?" The man asks annoyed.

"Fifteen. Why?" I answered confused.

"You have to come with me." He commanded grabbing my arm. He drags me into the building he just came from and pulls me into the elevator. Once inside I try to get out and run but his grip only tightens making me wince in pain. "Where are you taking me?" I ask a little bit scared. "Social services." He says that quickly not removing his eyes from the doors of the small lift.

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I'm sat in this very posh looking office as the man sits at his computer typing things in before he looks up at me.

"Now tell me your name so I can see if I can find any of your records." He says sternly. I sigh and crinkle my nose. "Why should I?" He glares at me. "Because I said to." I shrug innocently. "You need to say the magic word." I smirk. He rolls his eyes at my childish behavior. "Please?" He asks thinking it was that easy. Ha! He must really think I'm stupid. I laugh and shake my head. He sighs. "Will you just tell me kid?" He is starting to get annoyed. Good. I don't like him. "I don't know how you didn't get this but the password was 'Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious' and fine, my name is Diana. Diana Adrian Weller." I say revealing any information to my pas that he can see with a few clicks of a button.

After a few hours I am clean and in new cloths. I set myself into the small car with the man who I found has the name of Joe. Simple name, simple life, simple man. Joe starts the car and starts driving me to my 'new home' aka an orphanage. I don't have anything valuable but with me being able to stay clean I can get a job witch is a big plus.

We pull up to the old grey building. The building looks sad but judging by the kids running around outside and laughing, the service people are nice and happy people. I don't see anybody that looks over the age of twelve. Yay! I'm gonna be the lonely older kid.

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