I'm only keeping this on here to show you guys how bad my writing used to be. If you read it, more power to you because this story sucks!
It was dark. Why was it dark? I hated my friends. They always played this joke on me knowing that I had a fear of the dark. I know it's weird for an 18-year old to have a fear of the dark, but I did. It creeped me out. I felt around trying to find a way out of here. I ran into numerous things. But, eventually I found the doorknob.
"Alright", I said opening the door, "who locked me in the closet while I was asleep?". My friends were all staring at me. 4 girls trying to look innocent. I knew they each had something to do with it. "That's not funny", I said, "you know I'm scared of the dark. Why would you do that?".
"Sorry", Angela said. I called her 'Ang'. Then, a phone rang. It was that ringtone 'What Makes You Beautiful'. I didn't have anything against One Direction, but I didn't like how my friends obsessed over them. The only song that I had listened to was 'What Makes You Beautiful'. I liked it, but I would never tell them that. The boys were cute. Harry, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis. I heard that Harry was a ladies' man. To me, that meant that he was a player. That's about all I knew about them though. My friends thought that I hated the boys, so they never talked about them in front of me. I sat on the couch away from all of them. I was being dramatic. I wasn't even mad at them anymore, but I liked giving them a hard time.
"So", Ashley said, "how's your boyfriend Ang?". Ashley and I were the only single ones out of the group. Jess, Taylor, and Ang all had boyfriends.
"We had a fight last night", she said, "I hung up on him".
"Did you two break up?".
"No", she said, "but I'm not talking to him today. He just pisses me off sometimes". Ang's phone rang again. I assumed it was her boyfriend again. "So, Kris", she said ignoring her phone and turning to me, "what are our plans for today?".
"I don't know", I said, "I have to take my sister to that One Direction contest".
"What contest?".
"It's at the stadium", I said, "first come, first serve. Once the seats are filled, then the owner randomly picks a seat number. Whoever's seat number it is get to hang out with the boys for a week. Go with them to intervews, concerts, anything. The boys will be there too. I'm surprised you didn't know about it".
"Me too", Ang said, "We're going! Let's get dressed". So, now, all of us were going. I pulled my long black hair into a ponytail, threw on a tank top and some shorts, and I was ready. Within the next hour, everyone was ready. We took 2 cars. I had my sister and Jess in the car. Taylor and Ashley rode with Ang.
We were off to the contest!
Don't worry! This story has nothing to do with me or anyone I know. It's completely made up! Thanks for reading! I'll keep posting. :)
