When Wrong Goes Right

Chapter 1

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THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHTED. 

Yes, that means NO STEALING my words, storylines, characters I make up, or anything like that. Ya heard? Just so we are clear.

Hey Y'all! So, here's the first chapter of my new Fanfic! It's about 1D. It kinda just blossomed in my head and I stayed up until, like, 2 am writing and editing the first chappie for you guys!

I hope you enjoy it, it's kinda slow at first, but it will pick up soon, I promise!

Ta-ta for now, my little munchkin peoples.

Xx May

I woke up to the sound of my obnoxious alarm making a high pitched beep. I groaned and rolled over in bed, trying to reached the snooze button. Instead, I felt a drop as I fell to the floor with a thonk.

“Aghglsdk” I groaned audibly. Yep, that definitely didn't sound human, but it sure sounded grumpy.

I am so not a morning person.

I picked myself up off of the ground and let out a yawn. I grabbed my glasses off of my dresser and made my way down the stairs to my bathroom.

Avoiding the mirror, I peeled off my pajamas and let my hair down from the bun I had it in. I ran my fingers through it and then reached over and turned the shower head on. Once it was heated, I stepped in and let out a sigh.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair with my Herbal Hessences and then washed my body. Then, I shaved my legs and dryed myself off.

I scrubbed my hair with a small towel and then reluctantly looked in the mirror. Ugh. My skin was red and raw looking and I had indents around my lips from where I was constantly smiling.

Yeah, I may not be a morning person but I am pretty smiley.

I parted my lips to reveal my newly straight, white teeth. I had just gotten my braces removed last year and I was loving the results.

My eyes are a light, golden tinted brown with a chocolate colored ring around the edges. I have a dark brown freckle on my right eye that is kind of quirky.

My hair is light brown with natural golden highlights in it. It's not terribly long, about mid-length, and I have long sidebangs that I'm currently trying to grow out.

I definitely don't have a flawless complexion like all of those other lucky girls, but it's not necessarily bad either. I have a few red spots scattered across my forhead, but nothing I can't cover with a bit of makeup.

I have skin allergies and naturally oily, acne prone skin that is extremely hard to work with. Yep, I have to use special everything on my skin.

Isn't that just great?

The bridge of my nose and the top of my cheekbones are peppered with light brown freckles. I actually like those.

I ran a brush through my hair and then put my contacts in. I blinked a couple times to adjust my eyes and then threw a robe on and walked back to my room.

As I passed my door, a thought hit me.

I'm supposed to go to a One Direction concert tonight!

How could I have forgotten this? This being such a pancaking important thing?

I squealed rather loudly and threw my Ipod on my speakers, blasting Tell Me a Lie a little too loudly.

“Um, sweetie, can you please turn that down!” My mother yelled from downstairs.