Well this is me

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"Sky get your ass down here now!"

I pause in my thinking. My blonde waves hang below my shoulder's flowing with the breeze.

I look down at my phone to see the time.

2:35

Oh shit, were gonna be late. I grab my phone and my One direction album.

I run out of my bedroom. Down the stairs where I almost trip. I stop at the bottom to see a very mad blonde haired beauty to be glaring at me.

"We're going to be late for the meet and greet." Angel states.

Angel is much like me, blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles. But, my personality and hers don't match at all. I'm innocent she is not by a long shot

But, she is nice if you get to know her but don't get on her bad side. Which is bad for me because I think I'm on the bad side.

I would think that the girls would be happier? I mean their only meeting the biggest boy band in the world right now.

I know I'm the happiest person ever. Me and my friends are meeting One Direction! Yes, I know that my friends sound like total bitches, but you wouldn't be wrong but you wouldn't be right either.

Well, Angel's blonde locks are perfectly curled. Waving behind her back as we exit my apartment.

Well, me you might wonder who I am. I'm Skyla Jean and obviously I'm old enough to have an apartment but I'm 19. Me and my friends are the same age.

But, we all step out of the apartment with the hallway aroma hitting us. It smells like flowers. I live in a penthouse all the way on the top floor. My friends don't live in the same building as me because their parents wouldn't agree to pay the rent. But also, Im friends with the lady who runs the condo board.

If your thinking she's a rich bitch well I'm not. I can just find my way out and in to things easily.

I slip my key into the lock and turn it. I continue to walk down the hall until I hit the elevator. I press the elevator button anxiously not being able to hold the happiness in.

The girls are talking about recent news they've heard about the boys. But, most of it I don't listen to cause it's not always true.

We step into the elevator still chattering about what might happen or what it's gonna be like. I just smile and laugh.

The elevator ride passes quickly due to the talking and laughing. The doors slide open and I slip through the door. Being the first to walk through the lobby. It was quiet larger than this morning with the modern wallpaper and classy arm chairs on the sides by the windows. It seems more like a hotel than a condo/ apartment building. But, I carry on.

I walk out the front door, having the sound of cars honking and taxi drivers yelling at people to get out of their way.

I walk towards my car that's parked in a reserved spot on the side of the road in front of the building. The girls finally catch up to me and Angel gets into the drivers seat. While I sit in the passengers. Maria, Blair and Kate slide into the back seat. The car a scent of new and flowers in it from my perfume.

Angel starts the car. She is very careful when she drives. She looks at her mirror to see if anyone is coming so she can pull out of the space. She breaks through the traffic. Driving the natural speed and focuses on the road.

I pull down the sun divider and open the mirror. I check my makeup to see if my mascara or lip gloss isn't smudged. My eyes are very vibrant and full with blue blend. My freckles still going from my cheekbone to the other are still perfectly the way I want them to be.

I close the mirror and rest my head on the head rest of the seat. I take a deep breath in and tune out the girls as they sing to the radio that Angel must've turned on.

Angel merges onto the highway and we all get silent cause our dreams are about to come true. I mean kissing one of them would be mine but that will never happen.

At the moment, I lean my head against the window and look at all the passing cars.

All of me comes on and the girls gasp but I just roll my eyes. They find this song so sad, yet lately it sounds like my life.

I finally look at the sky at the pretty blue with white puffs moving slowly out if my view. I doze off of the beauty.

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