Well, first of all, my name is Emma. Emma Winters.
I go to a small high school, also known as a mini hell. I absolutely hate school. Don't get me wrong... I am a straight A student but I have nothing better to do than do my homework and study. So I kind of have no excuse to do poorly.
My mother wouldn't even care if I did bad though. She comes home every night at twelve from who knows where. Can't say I blame her. My dad left when I was five. She loved him more than breathing. I still see the hurt in her eyes from the few times I see her. We barely speak. I bet she doesn't even know what grade I'm in anymore.
I have two best friends, Ava and Vianne. The only thing is that they're in the grade below me, sadly. We barely see each other because we have no classes together and Ava always has cheer for a couple hours each day.
But Vianne and I go to dance class together every Wednesday and Friday. We have both been doing it since we were four and three years old and have been doing it for almost fourteen years. Which makes me seventeen and Vianne sixteen.
I turn eighteen in a few days. The day of my graduation. There are no words to comprehend how excited I am to get out of that school.
Wondering why I want to get out of there so bad?
There's five reasons. And those reasons are boys that go by the names of Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Louis.
