Meeting You Sucked. Nah. Just Kidding. It Was Great. (One Direction/Fan Fic)

Chapter One: It's A Boring Day

Chapter One: It's A Boring Day

I watched my Mum's mouth moved, attempting to talk to me. I ignored whatever she was saying. How can she expect everything to be alright when she's leaving me alone again? Shaking my head, I walked away. The distant calling of my name made it worse.

"Cameron! Cameron Ivy Dean, are you listening to me?"

No. Not really. I slammed my bedroom door, making a loud noise. Then, I climbed onto my bed and hugged my penguin. He's not an actual penguin, just a stuffed toy one. His nose and ears are hanging off, and some of the stuffing is coming out of it's bottom, but I don't care. This may seem stupid but, this penguin is my best friend.

It's been there for me, no matter what. Whenever my parents would leave me, the penguin would be there every night, for me to hold until I drifted off to sleep. I've had it since I can remember. Maybe it's because I was home schooled, or because I'm just simply weird, but I don't have any friends.

I live in a very wealthy estate. Most occupants are elderly people, or people who don't have time for children. My parents weren't like that at all when I was born. But they are now.

I snuggled up to Marco, my penguin, and willed for the tears not to come. Two weeks. My Mum had only lasted two freaking weeks before she had to leave again. I don't know where. Probably to somewhere like Japan. And my Dad, don't even get me started. I think he's somewhere in Canada.

And then theres little old me, back home in England. The front door slammed, and I knew that was the last I've heard from my Mum for a while. I know they regret having me. At first, they were good parents. Always there for me. That all changed when I turned six.

I was in a fire - a house fire. There's faint scars on my body to prove it. Ever since then, ever since I got trapped inside that house, my parents have been cautious of me. They can't handle it when I see fire. I begin to have a panic attack. My mind's telling me to calm down. But my body begins to react on its own. It's not fair. I had to lose my family because of it.

Now, they throw themselves into work as soon as they can. Its took over their lives.

Shaking my head, I turned on the TV. I never watch it. Ever. But tonight, there was nothing better to do. Scanning the channels, I saw something called The X Factor. Shaking my head, I changed it again. I came across something called How I Met Your Mother. Sighing, I kept that on. That will have to do for now, until I fall asleep.

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I awoke the next morning, feeling like crap. Marco was clutched in my arms tightly. The TV was still on, hanging on the wall opposite my bed. I have absolutely no idea what show was on now. Sighing, I turned it off and went to have a shower.

I'll be all alone in the house today. My teacher, Mr Davis, won't be here until Monday. I have weekends off, like people who go to school. After my shower, I put on some blue three quarter jeans and a black vest top. The weather isn't too bad for spring anyway.

Brushing my long, brown hair, I wished that I had inherited my Mum's hair instead. Hers was a straight, dirty blond colour. Actually, I look nothing like my Mum. My looks are all down to my Dad. He's Italian, so I guess I look like the stereo typical one of them, mixed with an English stereo type. One thing that I did inherit from my Mum was my blue, almost grey eyes. Dark hair and bright eyes don't really go with each other, but on me, it looks normal to say the least.

Slipping on some flip flops, I made my way downstairs and over to next door, locking the house behind me. Every morning I take next doors dog out for a walk. Pressing the door bell, I waited outside the huge house. Every building in this street is original. They aren't replicas of each other.