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**Warning** There could possibly be violence, drug abuse, profanity, or sexual activity in this story. Read at your own risk.
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I’m sitting on my couch in my apartment eating ramen. Yes I sound poor. I guess I’m categorized into the poor section. But at least I have a home and food.
I’ve met many amazing people. But sadly, lost many people too. My brother Is in jail because he killed someone for raping his fiancé.
I felt terrible because they were about to get married too. I feel like I’ll never get married, but I remember what my brother always said. That I’m perfect for that one guy. I wish I could just meet that one guys already. I miss him. I wonder how things would’ve been if I didn’t leave. I thought it would’ve been the start of everything.
I found out that my modeling agency was a scam to get people to pay. I wasted so much time and money and now I’m stuck in London in an apartment.
At the moment I was sitting out on my balcony looking at the stars. I seen a shooting star. And I made a wish.
One year before
“I love you,” I said to my brother. “I love you too. Bye Erica.” Chase hugged me so tight. Chase was always with me through everything. He’s only a year older than me. Now I was leaving him, to go to London. I just finished college and I’m now 19 leaving everything behind.
I’m nervous; I don’t think I have what it takes to be a model. I have talents in many things. Cheer, Singing, Sound board/Music industry and modeling. I have no clue why I went to school for modeling. I’m ugly as crap. I got on my plane and waved to my brother before boarding. I’m going to miss him so much.
Present day
My alarm wouldn’t shut up. I think I might have broken it at this point. Opps? Well maybe I should get it. Ugh I hate work. I work at Starbucks at the moment. It’s not my dream job but it has to do. Did I mention I’ve never had a boyfriend since I was 14?? Yea. He died saving me. He was my first and only kiss.
We were walking home from school hand and hand. A car pulled up, I thought it was my mom, in a new car she had talked about getting. It wasn’t, I had no clue who it was. My boyfriend, Brendan, was protecting me when they tried to kidnap me. He was 16, and really nice and strong. I miss him to this day. The men in the car held a gun up and Brendan told me to run, and I did. Seconds later I heard a gun shot. He was gone. Shot.
I’ve never really thought about any boys since then. I got into the shower, and when I was done I changed into my uniform with tan skinny jeans, and a green Starbucks shirt. I quickly combed my hair, put it in a side plate, and put on my makeup. I don’t like bragging but I’m pretty good at makeup. I can make someone’s face look clear as the sky on a blue day. Eh that was corny.
I grabbed my purse and ran to my car. The ride was actually really nice. All my favorite songs came on. When I pulled up I seen a bunch of people lined up. Oh great. There was this strange group that I noticed. I didn’t pay much attention to.
About 30 minutes into work, I heard a gunshot and someone behind me was shot. My best co-worker. I was shocked. Every time I’ve heard a gunshot after the incident I have a panic attack. I ran out of Starbucks the back was and ran across the street into an alley. I was sitting on the ground all alone. I was scared. I would’ve helped if I wasn’t so scared. The alley was like a mini one car way. I’ve seen a few people drive down it. I saw a limo pass. What in the world why would a limo be in this part of town. They drove by slowly, then backed up and stopped in front of me. A blonde guy with glasses and a hat got out and walked up to me.
"Hi love, are you ok?” His deep Irish accent made me get goose bumps. I know that voice. I don’t know who it is thought. “N-no.. I-I’m scared.” I managed to say that. That’s all I could say, before he picked me up and carried me into the limo. He took his hat and glasses off. I looked around the limo, and it took me a minute to notice who I was sitting with.
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One Direction.
Hiii guys! Well I hope you enjoyed my first chapter o: like totally. Lemme know what you think. Anyways, this is chapter was like almost 100 words. Yep! Please vote, and comment :D 4 read till new update!!
