Chapter 2
The rest of the day was hectic. We went in the hall and our head teacher gave us a speech about the contest. I barely heard anything he was saying over the screaming.. I wanted to scream too, jump around all excited.. but i couldn't.. She told us that the contest would be held on Monday to choose who would win the week with them. "so, for all of you who want a chance to win this amazing opportunity to meet these boys, we are holding a talent show, which one direction will judge" there were boo's from the school, people started to lose hope. I did too.. I couldn't do anything special.. I wasn't anyone special.. there goes my chance of winning. Some of the popular girls smiled, they could sing, dance and do anything.. I could only do maths and English... "right then, go to lessons" All I thought about the whole time was them. Those five boys who I had no chance with... Through the day practically the whole school had an act... Singing, dancing, acting.. I had nothing. We got out of school and I ran home. The rest of the week flew by. The competition was all that anyone was talking about. It seemed like everyone had a talent at this point. Even the group of 4 who don't talk suddenly found their voices. I felt so gutted. I knew I had no chance already, but I had to prove something to them all. I was more than just books.
"This could be my only chance with them", I told my myself, "you have to do something" for the rest of the weekend I sang and danced and tried to be talented. I made up a routine to Moments. I stayed in my room for virtually the whole weekend. But on Sunday night, I gave up. I had a really bad routine.. But at least it was something. I woke up on Monday and put on my nicest clothes, better make a good impression.. I put on my favorite white summer dress that has red floral patterns climbing up it, red pumps and a white headband. I looked in the mirror, I looked good, I thought.. I got a ride to school with my dad and before I entered the gates I took a huge breath. I could do this. There were banners and posters covering all areas of the school, we went into the hall. It was amazing. Posters were plastered all over the walls. Yet, what caught my eye most was the middle. Five boys. They were sat there on the stage. One Direction were in my school.
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cherish hope × tomlinson [discontinued] [needs editing]
Fiksi Penggemar[don't read. this is terrible omg] hope həʊp/ noun archaic a feeling of trust. "our private friendship, upon hope and affiance whereof, I presume to be your petitioner"