Hello, Mr. Impossible

Hey... I can't stop writing DX But I'm going FLIPPIN crazy over the band, One Direction! If you don't know them, then you should be ashamed of yourself. Anyways, I wanna write another fan fiction. :3 I hope you enjoy. If you want to be listed as a character that might end up with one of the boys, just lemmeh know asap! :33333 Because I might just make up another character first :T

Yours truly,

~Brianna

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"Stupid car." I mutter out loud, still trying to get use to the fact that I would now disgustingly have to drive on the left side instead of the right. "Why? Why did you do this?" I say bitterly.

Mother said I would have to 'cope' with all these new, British rules. Did I want to move? Not really. I shouldn't have to, 'adapt' to my new, 'habitat', as mother puts it.

"Stupid job. Stupid car!" I growl, stomping down on the breaks, sending my nose right into the steering wheel.

"God da-" I start, but stop when I realize people are staring. I guess that's one negative part about being in a convertible. I should have kept my stupid roof up, but it just had to be 95 degrees here in the UK, and I would have been sweating so badly, and I would have stunk of BO. My eye twitched as I shoved my foot on to the gas pedal.

The car flew forward and I kissed behind the gawking British people. I smirked. At least it was summer. I wouldn't last a semester in a British school. I didn't even understand their slang or terms. I was an alien in their country. And that wouldn't be changing for awhile.

I took a swift turn to the left to see a great view of the ocean. I pulled over and threw my favorite pair of sunglasses up on to my head so I could get a better look. The serene waves gently splashed over shore which was what looked like a mile away. With a half grin, I scampered over and watched peacefully. At least I had one thing to look forward to; the ocean.

I used to live in Wisconsin. Ever since my dad left, my mom and I never really went on any, 'family' trips. I mean, what was the point? It was just the two of us. Well, that was until she started dating Henry. The pathetic reason I had to leave my hometown and fly across the world to be thrown in this place.

At first I was giddy and disappointed. I admit, British guys are pretty hot. But I would be leaving my friends, and my boyfriend. Now, ex-boyfriend. He didn't want to put up with a long distance relationship, and the day before I left I caught him making out with some slut. I guess, in some sort of way England was helping me forget about everything.

But, I would have much preferred going to Australia. But, hey? England worked I guess. Even though from now on I would have to put up with learning how to drive on the left side instead of the right, and a bunch of other poop. I laughed humorlessly. The sun beat hard on to my face, so I feebly attempted putting the sunglasses back on my eyes, but of course poked myself in the eye several times doing so.

I looked behind me and saw not much activity. How could anyone stay away from this place? It was so nice. So, very very nice...

"Help me!" screeched a girlish voice. My head whipped to the side to see a man - no wait, let me rephrase myself - a teenage boy - running full speed right towards me. I slipped to the side, and he went flying past me, then turned on his heels and ran up to me.

"Please, you gotta hide me!" he said; his British accent thick. He was for sure from England. And damn, he was cute! But that didn't really answer why he was running around and screaming like a monkey loose from the zoo.

"Sure, if you explain to me why you need to hide?" I say stubbornly, placing a firm hand on my hip. He clutches his stomach and pants, looking up slightly and glowering up from his long, black eyelashes.