Thought to be alone!

Chapter 1:

My peaceful sleep was interrupted by no other my lovely alarm clock blasting 'sick sad world' in my ear. OMH I absolutely love this song, and it describes my life perfectly. Slowly getting up off my mattress, which currently resides on the floor in my room, i made my way over to my walk in closet.

During last week i had only managed to sort out my wardrobe and  my bathroom. I picked out a pair of dark grey almost black skinny jeans with a blood red 'Sleeping with Sirens' shirt my black leather jacket and my 'BOTDF' converse which i had specially made.

Making my way towards my connected bathroom I closed the door whilst I got dressed. Looking in my mirror I realized that one of my earings has fallen out. Oh well i didnt like that one anyways. I nervously played with my red spider bites. Giving myself a once over my eyes connected with my grey almost silver eyes. 

I always liked my eyes because they gave me the edgy feeling and no one could look into them for to long. My eyes also contrasted perfectly with my pale skin tone. Leaving my bathrroom I grabbed my black and red bookbag, my ipod, iphone and earphones. Making my way upstairs i entered the front hall. 

Mabey I should explain, my parents let me have the basement as my room. Probably due to the fact that it was sound proofed and i had a knack for blasting my music too loud. Making my way towards the kitchen I heard high pitch squeels of happiness and my parents talking. 

Entering the room I saw both of my sisters jumping for joy and my paents with nervous looks on their faces. "OMYGOD!!!!OHMYGOD!THISISSOOOOAMAZING!!' tuning back in to the conversation at hand that was the first thing I heard. My ears felt like they were going to bleed.

"Can you guys please turn down the cheerfulness. It's monday morning." I yelled at them. Instantly they shut their traps and glared at me. "no because we have tickets to the next One Direction concert and BACKSTAGE PASSES" they cry in unsion. "OMG I'm so happy for you guys," i say sarcastically and for extra effect I roll my eyes.

"um....Paris?" my mum tentativly spoke. I faced her with a curious look.  "That's what we needed to talk to you about. You see we could only find tickets going out in sets of three or more so ...." she cut of her sentence and dad continued it for her. "You are going with them to the concert."

It was the absolute worst sentence anyone could hear. I Paris Blake was going to a One Direction concert. KILL ME NOW!!!!!!!