Once again I awake to the abrupt ear piercing squeals coming from what my mother likes to call my "alarm clock". I stumble out of bed and hobble into my bathroom. I turn on the faucet and splash cold water on my face. It's still blotchy from all the crying I did last night. I go back into my room and notice something strange about my walls. Instead of a poster of fetus One Direction smirking in front of an old Volkswagen bus there is a poster of a generic flower with some cheesy "inspirational" quote written in Ariel font slathered on top of the picture. Perhaps my mom wanted to cheer me up but why would she take down my favorite poster? I rub my eyes and get dressed. After finally taming my mane in the record time of 35 minutes I head downstairs and see my mom fixing her morning coffee before she heads off to work. "Hey mom." I mumble as I open the refrigerator door and grab the jug of orange juice. "Hello baby, how did you sleep?" She says as she pats my head softly then returned to her coffee.Ehhh, alright but hey mom where did you put my One Direction poster, you know that's my favorite poster." She looked up from her mug with a puzzled look on her face. "What's One Direction?" She asks "Is that the name of a new club at your school or something?" She stirs in sugar into her mug. I look at her sternly. "Mom you know who One Direction is," I place the orange juice back in the fridge. "Remember you ordered tickets to their concert last year and you took me and watched me cry for two hours straight when they took the stage." She placed her coffee down and and glared at me. "Jane, I honestly don't have a single clue on what you are talking about but I'm going to go to work now have a nice day." She kissed my forehead and walked out the front door. I bit my lip out of stress and put my oj glass into the sink. How could she not remember that concert? How could she not remember the five guys I had been fangirling over for about two years now. Maybe she is just off her game today and just forgot but how could she forget a memory that we both shared once before. My walk to school was a normal as usual but I spent the entire time thinking about what happened this morning. I was abruptly struck out of thought when I felt a hard slam hit my body. The slam hit me so hard it knocked me on the ground. When I tried to get up I was met with a boy with the most beautiful forest green eyes close to my face. The boy had a concerned look on his face at lifted me off the ground. He was tall but nicely built with wavy brown locks and lips so kissable. He looked so foreign but so familiar. "Are you ok?" He said with a husky British accent. I blinked then looked down at the floor. A faint "mhm" was all I couldn't manage to say. "Good. Well I'm off" he said then swiftly walked away. I stood in the hallway for a good minute trying to think why he looked so familiar and then headed for the drama department with his face still in my mind. Suddenly it hit me. That boy looked exactly like Harry Styles. You could say they were identical. I thought about this as I got my to-do list. Time must of flew by during my thoughts because the next time i looked up the classroom was filled with students chattering and laughing and I just let their voices take me away.
