One Direction are Shapeshifters?? -Chapter 1

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Hi. My name is Skylar Blue, and I HATE One Direction. All of my friends are obsessed with them, but I don’t see the point. A little bit about myself. I’m really short, and I hate it, because everyone always says I am so cute. I have blonde hair which I hate because it’s too straight and boring. The only feature I like about myself are my big brown eyes which are like pools of melted chocolate.  Oh yeah, I am also really freckly on my face, which I hate. My Dad is a business man with a passion for simple living, so we live on a 500 hectare estate in the country. My Mum is a super model, she is really tall and has dark hair. I wish I looked like her. She’s from Croatia. My passion is singing and playing my guitar. I write my own songs. I also have two dogs called Sophie and Mia, and a horse called Lydia. We also recently got some new kittens called Alex, Emma and Heidi.  

So basically, I was heading to school when the whole saga began. I was with my best friend Shania (who is really tall and has long wavy red hair, which makes me soooo jealous). Our school is Diocletian’s College for Young Women, and it’s basically a massive mansion that was converted into a school way back in the 1930s, but since that was so long ago it’s more modern since then. While we were walking she was telling me about the 1D concert she went to last night, and she was soo excited that I had to pretend to be interested, even though I really couldn’t care less. She would do the same for me when I talk about my favourite band, Of Monsters and Men. That’s the sort of friends we are. We’ve known each since we were like five. Anyway, we were walking down the road, dodging the mud puddles in our impractical but so cool knee high chucks, when suddenly when saw Ashley and Chelsea Willoughby coming down their driveway. They are like the most mean popular girls ever, and they’re twins, and they love One Direction. They are like my nemesis. So, when they saw us, they started giggling and then they walked right up to us. Obviously they wanted to brag, because that’s the only time they’d talk to the likes of us.

“So,” said Ashley, flipping one strand of perfect black hair behind her “Did either of you losers crawl out of your tumblr caves and go and do something actually cool last night? Like go to One Direction?”

“Doubt it’ giggled Chelsea

“I know right” said Ashely “They are totals nerds.”

“Actually,” said Shania calmy, but I could see that she was getting angry “I did go”

“Really,” said Chelsa “Fancy that. I expct you think you’re cool now”

“Well guess what” said Ashley, then continued whithout wating “My daddy paid for us to special gold class VIP tickets, so we actually got to meet them. Personally”

“We even got their numbers,” laughed Chelsea “I’ve been texting Niall all night.”

I totally didn’t believe them. Like One Direction would give them their numbers. I’m sure even they have better taste. They laughed like crazy and wandered off.

“Do you think they actually got to meet them? And got their numbers?” asked Shania.

“Of course not,” I told her sternly “They are trying to make us jealous”

“Yeah” she said, uncertainly. I love Shania, btu sometimes she’s just too nice. Ashley and Chelsea were totally liars, but she wants ot think the best of them.

After a long, boring day in school, with double maths (eew) I was totally ready just to go home and have a long session alone with my guitar. Maybe I’d go for a ride. But, unfortuanately, when I went to walk out of the wrought iron gates my horrible maths teacher Mrs Grunge pounced on Shania and I.

“Where are your blazers girls” she said threateningly

Dammit. We had left our blazers at home because it was so hot. Only Mrs Grunge would even bother enforce this sort of thing. She must have guessed from the look on our faces

“Detention.” She said “Right now”

She marched us back to the building. I was so frustrated. Mrs Grunge always gives the longest detentions, and this one was particulary horrible of her. We had to scrape gum of the bottom of all the desks in the school, and and she walked along behind us and made sure we didn’t talk and scolded us if she thought we were dawdling. It was nearly midnight when she finally let us out. We were both hot and tired from rigorous gum-scraping, and I didn’t even want to think about what my hair looked like. When we reached the gates Shania grew nervous.

“Are you sure we should walk home alone in the dark?” she asked “The road doesn’t have streetlights?”

“Hang on,” I said “I’ll text my dad. He can come pick us up. “ I took my pink iphone 5c out of my pocket and turned it on. Or tried to. The little red power symbol flashed up on the screen.

“Dammit.” I said. “Try yours.”

“No point” she said “I’m out of credit

“Well” I said “I guess we’re walking home….