One Thing ~~~ One Direction FanFiction

Hi!!! This is my first story on this account. I have another account, Aussie6641, but I wanted to have a seperate account to obsess over One Direction. I also live in America so I don't know many British terms so let's say this story takes place in America.

Hope you enjoy!

~~~River's POV~~~

"Give it back, it's mine!"

"No! It's mine!"

"Nooo! Sammi bought it for ME! Not YOU!!!"

The children were arguing. Again. Uhg! I really need a sound proof door!

"Boys! Quiet! There are still kids sleeping!" I heard Ryan say.

"Not for long." Sammi said. My door burst open and Sammi trotted in. "Upsy daisy, Rivs!"

"Nooo, I don't wanna get up!" I said but it sound more like 'Merr, I dwnt wafta gef yup.' Due to my face smashed into my pillow.

That's when Ryan and Nick entered.

"RIVER!!! GET UP!" they shouted. They started jumping on my bed. I curled into a little bal to provent from getting jumped on.

"NO! JASON HELP ME!!!" I shout. I hear Jason quiet chuckling.

"No can do, sweetheart. Besides, do you really want to sleep all day and miss the talent show?" Jasons quiet and rare voice rings in my ears. Jason is very quiet and rarely talks.

I bolt out of my bed, knocking Ryan and Nick to the floor.

"OUT! I NEED TO GET READY! OUT!" I shout at Ryan, Nick, Sammi, and Jason. They laugh and walk out.

I run to my bathroom and turn on the water. I jump in and let the warm water stream down my back.

Okay, I might as well explain who I am while I shower. My name is River. I just turned 16 four days ago. I have dark brown hair and light brown eyes. I'm not what I would call pretty, I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty either. You may be thinking that all thoe people I was talking to earlier are family. They aren't. My real family died a long time ago. When I was 9.

I had a brother who was older than me by 5 years, Luke. My brother who was older than me by 3 minutes, Logan, and my younger sister who was younger than me by 8 minutes, Rain. Then there was Ben who was younger than me by 4 years and Casey who was younger than me by 5 years. My parents were so in love, it was crazy.

Anyway, Sammi is the owner of the foster home I live in and Jason is her husband. Ryan and Nick are twins that have been in this foster care since they were 11, now they are 13. They are my only friends around here, but since they are 13, we don't go to the same school. Ahh, school. More like Hell. I have no friends there. I understand why though. I am hostile and scary to be honest. I rarely smile and I have gotten into a large amount of fights since my family died. My family didn't die of a car crash or anything like that. But I'm not going to go into that.

I hop out of the shower and dry myself off and blow dry my hair. I pick out black skinny jeans, a blue T-shirt, black converse, and one of Lukes old hoodies that was still big on me. Luke was quite tall and muscular for 14. He was 5'11 and weighed 147 pounds where as I, at 16, am 5'6 and weigh 109 pounds. I don't have an eating disorder or anything, I just have a small frame.

I pick up my bag and walk to the dinning room and grab a bunch of bacon and stuff it into a plastic baggy to eat later, I also grab an apple. Then I grab a bottle of water and put my breakfast in my bag after I dig out my keys.

"I'm leaving Sammi!" I shout into the foster care place.

"Okay! Have fun at school and good luck with the talent show! Love you!" Sammi shouts. Sammi is like my mom and I'm like her daughter.