Out here in Narnia (One Direction Fanfic)

Hannah's POV

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Have I ever mentioned how much I HATE waking up? Well, I do... Despise it really. I slammed my hand down repeatedly on my tiny alarm clock. "I hate my life..." I really don't, but it feels like it at 5 o'clock in the morning. I sat up in my pitch black room, I could barely make out the posters that covered my walls but they still made me smile. Each member of one direction is staring down at me from all over the room... some people may be creeped out, but I find it soothing. Those boys could make me smile on the worst days. I got up and clicked on my light... it took my eyes a minute to adjust.

 I have a fairly large room. I've got a queen sized bed, a beautiful dark brown dresser and a huge desk set up in the corner dedicated to my painting. My key board is up against the wall on the opposite side of the room along with my guitar, microphone stand and an amp. My parents had a real love for music... I walk into my personal bathroom and look in the mirror; my curly brown hair is hung in perfect ringlets down to my butt... my hair really was good to me. I just wake up and it's perfect, I don't know what I did to deserve it. I saw my brilliant blue eyes staring back at me... one of my better features from my mother along with my olive skin tone.

I miss my mom very much, her and my father died when I was eight, they were both musicians, hence my love for the arts. Now I live with my strict aunt and uncle who don't approve of anything I do but worship my sister. Enough of the sob story! Back to me... I stand at a slight 5' 6" with a petite frame, I'm not bad looking but I'm certainly no Eleanor Calder... that's for sure. I put my iPhone into my speaker system and start blaring stand up through my entire room... my sister starts pounding on the door... So basically, my entire family despises one direction. Not because of their music but because they're ALL I talk about... I can't help it! Why would you not want to talk about something so perfect every minute of every day?

I walk over to the door open it and immediately slam it in her face... then I feel bad so I open it again. "Yes?" "Aunt Brenda said you have to turn your music down!" my sister Brittnee shouts over the boys beautiful harmonies. "Sorry can't hear you!" and I shut the door again. My sister Brittnee is a little taller than me at 5' 8" but she's 15, two years younger than me. She is a stud at athletics because of her lean muscular body; her specialties are shot put and hurdles. I feel like my family is much more proud of her than me...after our parents died I was supposed to step up and be the role model for my little sisters but I cracked under the responsibility.

 Brittnee is smart, she has taken first at state at track in both of her events for the past two years, and she wants to be a lawyer... really? How can I compete with that? She filled the role model spot in an instant. I want to be in musicals and paint for a living... the worst two jobs I could have picked in my families eyes, how was I supposed to help watch my sisters if I'm off frolicking on the stage. They try to hide it but I can tell... they never get as excited about my plays as they do about her beating her personal record, but I'd rather be an individual. Not just another cardboard cut out trying to please everyone around me.

I walk over to my walk in closet and decide what to wear... its Friday so I might as well attempt to look decent for the last day of the week. I decide on an orange striped shirt tucked into some tan chinos topped off with some suspenders and my favorite sparkly Sperry's. I must say... I am looking preeettttty fine. I run back over to my mirror and throw on my basic makeup: some mascara, eyeliner and a touch of foundation. Now I'm running down stairs to the kitchen. I grab a couple of chocolate chip waffles off of the counter, my favorite, and run out the door to my car.

 I stare at my Nebraska license plates... they were so ugly. Really, just the ugliest color of yellow you can imagine. And yes, I live in Omaha, Nebraska. First off no, I do NOT live on a farm... and I don't even really like corn! There is more to us than agriculture... I don't even think I've ever been on a farm. My aunt shouts out the door, "It was nice talking to you too Hannah!" I could really do without her sarcasm for at least one day... I hop into my Kia soul and immediately turn on one direction's up all night CD. I can't choose a favorite so I just start from the very beginning.