Every day it's the same thing. Over and over again, I drag myself out of bed, throw some shit on my face while trying to get these freaking skinny jeans up over my ass. I am a typical 17 year old girl, so sorry.
Too bad that tomorrow everything is going to change, I mean it has to i am finally meeting my boys. I've read all the fan fiction, I know the story line and I know this has got to work. What can go wrong? It's plain and simple. We meet, Liam asks for my number we meet up again and BAM you are looking at the next Mrs. Payne.
* At School*
"Kaylee it's only second period please just try and focus until tomorrow". Sarah begs from across the table.
"Listen, tomorrow everything has to go perfect we have been planning this for two years". I hiss.
We bought the tickets in 2013 around November. One Direction are coming to North Carolina for TWO shows not just one, And we have tickets to both. Our plan of attack involves sleeping on the streets ( or maybe in the lobby of a hotel), stalking late at night and of course finding the boys.
"Everything is worked out, don't stress plus we are skipping tomorrow so we will get there even before the boys land, I promise". Meredith smiles int eh seat next to mine.
"I'm crazy aren't I"? I sigh putting my headphones in and finishing my Chemistry work.
During lunch Caroline, Meredith, Sarah and I discuss what to pack, gas money and food as we plan for the long yet perfect weekend ahead of us. I have watched over four hours of videos on how people have meet One Direction out on the street, most involving high speed chases through the down town areas of New York. Thankfully Downtown Charlotte is not nearly that big, it can't be too hard.....
After lunch I head to English which is my favorite and most hated class all in one. I love to write, but the teacher is such a strict grader that I am afraid that she won't like what I have to offer. Plus this stupid boy that I have liked since 8th grade happens to be in there too, sucks that he is most of my stories inspiration.
"Okay guys we are going to start poetry for the topic of this quarter". Our teacher says. This information is followed my groans and complaints which I don't understand because I love poetry it's a way of showing what you truly think without really being forward about it.
"I am literally so excited I love writing poetry". I squeal to Caroline who's sitting next to me.
"Well them could you write mine for me, because I despise it". She rolls her eyes as we get our first topic.
*Friday Morning*
I wake up to my favorite song ( Something Great) and immediately call my friends, who plan to meet at my house in about thirty minutes. The sooner we get on the road the more likely we are to meet the boys. We have absolutely no time to loose.
