Well, that was a rush, wasn't it? I walk inside my own book with my head burried in my sweaty hands. This was an amazing experience and if I get another chance on walking in there, I will just go ahead because no one controls me. I am young and independent woman who can do whatever she is pleased to.
I jog out of the collapsing school as I high five myself for surviving this horror and not dying. No one of the students are here anymore and sight of life isn't present at all. I just shrug with my shoulder as I grab my backpack from wherever it was and pull out my massive phone that almost reached my breasts. Because if you don't have that big phone you are not cool. I dial dad's number and soon he answers.
"What do you want, kid?" He asks harshly. I feel stabbing in my heart as pain spreads through my whole body. I look down and one little gipsy child is stabbing a small knife in my chest. I roll with my eyes and push him away, telling him to go back where he came from. My hand reaches for a knife and I pull it out without any wince or anything.
"My school just collapsed and I need a ride home, if you are available," I say into the phone, more like scream because microphone is on the end of that long phone. Dad lets out a long exhale and I feel a wind hitting my ear, I remove my phone from my face. Dad can be a fan sometimes and I hate it. After what it seems for hours he finally responds.
"Okay, meet me in front of the house," He says and I narrow my eyebrows at his answer.
"How is that called picking up?" I ask as I bite my lip. I roll with my eyes when it takes another hour for dad to answer, this is getting annoying. "Dad?" I remind him of my presence.
"Child, I fell asleep. Let's just meet up at home," He said coldly. I double roll my eyes as I scream 'okay' to him and manage to end the call. My phone is being a jerk and it already started to annoy me. I bought it yesterday and I don't know the reason of him being totally unfair to me. My feet start to walk on their own, I know the way home and I could pass it with my eyes closed.
"Girl, over there. Girl!" Someone calls someone and I don't even budge at the screaming behind me. I continue to walk as that voice again calls someone. I roll with my eyes for the thousandth time as I feel a grip on my hand that swings me in other direction, making me face a person who obviously was calling someone, me. I show him my double chin as I narrow my eyebrows at him.
His black hair is messy and perfectly point out his green orbs as his thick eyebrows connect in the middle wonderfully. He is smiling at me with his yellow gems and I can clearly see what he ate today. No matter his lack of hygene, he was still the most beautiful guy I have ever met. I flash him a big smile.
"What do you need?" I ask and pop out my small breasts. I can see his eyes fell on my bossom and I am satisfied with reaction I got, so I stuff them back in my backpack.
"Listen, I am a manager of One Direction band I would love it if you could join us on our tour and do hairstyles for them," He says as his face falls and makes a serious expression.
"OH MY GOD! SURE!" I scream directly in his ear as I got my suitcase packed already. He smiles widely and directs me to his van. It's black and its windows are black too. I shake it off and jump inside and buckle my seatbelt, ready for a new andventure.
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