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Prologue

Ghostly©FlameEvoker
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But maybe, just maybe, I might be able to breathe again...
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וPrologue•×

-•-September 13, 2013, 2:36 p.m-•-

A warm gust of wind met my face blowing my above the shoulders hair when I clicked the shutter, capturing the view of the beach's beautiful orange sunset glow.

I've been wandering around our neighborhood for a couple of minutes, and then I suddenly found myself taking a stroll at the beach, instead of doing my assignment at the school paper. The topic is, "The Day Everything Changed; One Direction Day" For the upcoming 1D day on November 23.

Oh, c'mon why do we even need to feature that? They even assigned it to me, they should have assigned it to someone in the school paper that is a Directioner who can do it by heart. But, I'm the feature writer head, got no choice at all.

I felt my phone vibrate, I opened it and saw that I have a message from my bestfriend, Cara.

Dash, assignment for the schl. paper is due for tom. u need to finish that now! ASAP!

What?! Now they want me to finish the article right now when they just told me about it, like, yesterday? Shitz, it's supposed to be my lucky day, Friday the 13th. Never mind, luck will find its way to me for this day. Lucky Cara, she is based on the Fashion section, she doesn't need to stress herself out like me, she's, like, a fashion guru, that hardly influences me despite we're bestfriends, she wears heels, I wear combat boots or sneakers. She likes dresses, I hate them.

Fine. will B done b4 8

I typed the reply and pressed send and started my way out to the busy streets of London.

If I only knew what is waiting to happen to me that day.

I guess I should've just stayed right there.

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-•-2:48 p.m-•-

I've been just starting my hunt for Directioners to photograph when my luck turned around. At the corner, I saw a group of teeners younger than me, squealing and clutched in their hands are bags from the local bookstore, but what caught my eye is that sticking out from the bags is 5 magazines with the name One Direction.

Thank the heavenly chocolate gods! I walked towards them, and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Dash London," I put on a nice smile (which is quite hard when your smile looks quite mischievous), "I'm working on an article for the upcoming 1D day, do you mind if I take a picture of you?"

The girls smiled at me, "Well, sure!" One of the girls said.

I directed them to a pose where they are holding their magazines with big smiles on their faces. After a few shots, I let them do their own poses. Satisfied, I thanked them and went to continue my search.

I took a few more pictures of some girls I presume are Directioners. I walked around the corner and saw Starbucks and decided to take a break.

I pushed the glass doors in, the usual welcoming scent of brewing coffee wafting around me. I ordered a strawberry smoothie- to make sure I don't get lazy, I don't why, but strawberry smoothies makes me more alert and active-and I took a seat with the window view.