The Tour Manager's Daughter (One Direction Fanfic)

The Tour Manager's Daughter - Intro

I sat in the school's office, glaring at the receptionist as I twirled my chocolate brown hair around my finger. The woman glared back, occasionally peeking through her red-rimmed glasses to check on me. Five minutes dragged on, then seven, then ten. I sighed loudly, letting the receptionist know I was getting impatient. Just as I was about to let out another loud sigh, a red light flashed on the receptionist's phone.

"Principal Jankins will see you now." she said, dragging the 'w'.

I stood up, taking a deep breath and preparing myself for what was to come.You see, it happened this morning during physical education. The taunting from the blonde haired girl with the braces. She was basically begging for a baseball straight to the face. In my defense, her braces looked horrible on her anyway, she might as well thank me for breaking them. What can I say? I'm proud of what I did, no matter what the consequences were. The damage was done, no turning back.

I continued to walk toward Jankin's door as slowly as possible, hoping a tornado would hit the school and I would be able to avoid the inevitable. Unfortunately I reached the door safely without any tornado destroying the school. A loud gulp escaped my throat as I turned the door knob sluggishly, secretly still hoping for that miracle tornado.

The door clicked open as I swept it and aside stepped inside the office.

"Hello Ms. Higgins, I remember the last time you were here, was roughly four days ago."

Nope, still no tornado.

I giggled nervously,"Long time no see, ha...hehe..yeah....um-"

"Ms. Higgins, you do realize you've ran out of chances. I gave you one more, and you messed it up. Nothing you, or your parents say or do, will change my mind. This was your final strike."

"Mr. Jankins plea-"

"This would be your eleventh suspension. Too bad that's not going to happen." Jankins said.

"Erm, it's not?" I asked him curiously.

If he said I'm not being suspended, does that mean he's going to let this one slip? Could he possibly let this go? Maybe my parents wouldn't even have to find out about it!

"No. It's not."

A wave of relief washed over me, I didn't want to upset my parents, again. I had already caused so much problems, being suspended from school for the eleventh time wouldn't have fallen lightly on my mother's shoulders. She was constantly busy, struggling to keep me and the bills in line while my father was gone touring with some famous boyband.

"Oh my god, thank you so-" I began to say, but he cut me off abruptly.

"No, not too fast. If you think I'm going to let this slide, I'm not. You've caused too much trouble in this school. I will not allow you to continue on with your troublemaking."

I sucked in a sharp breath. Oh please, please don't let it be what I think it is.

"After considering your student history, your grades, your amount of suspensions. I've decided the best thing to do, is to let you go."

"Wh-what do you mean by 'let me go'?" I stuttered. Oh no. No. This can't be.

"Ms. Kelly Higgins, you are expelled from this school."

"But-"

"No, no. You've recieved too many chances. You've ran out Ms. Higgins. Nothing will change my mind, nothing. You're starting to give this school a bad reputation, and it's my duty to prevent that. If you'd like I can make a phone call to your parents, or you can do it now."

My head was spinning. What would happen now? I couldn't possibly transfer to another school. There were barely any other schools near, if any. How was I supposed to finish high school? I was 17, I still had one more year left. What would my father say? I didn't want to disappoint him again. My mother? She would be angry, disappointed, let down. This was bad. This couldn't happen. He can't do this.

"Mr. Jankins please! There are no other school near this town! I can't move either! How am I supposed to finish school?" I felt numb.

"Well, there's only one option left if you want to graduate."

"What is it?" I asked desperately.

"Homeschool."

No tornado then, huh?

My mother didn't take it so well. She sat me down and yelled at me for two hours, non stop. She told me I was irresponsible, selfish, stupid, immature, inconsiderate. Too many things to name.

My mom is a busy woman, she works two jobs. Two, very, very busy jobs. I had no idea whatsoever on how she was going to find the time to homeschool me.

Well, my answer literally arrived at my doorstep the day after.

My mother had told me to pack all my important belongings. I was scared. I didn't know what was going to happen, was she going to kick me out? I quickly threw the thought away. I had asked no questions, too afraid of what the answer would be. The moment I finished packing, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I yelled over to my mom.I quickly ran down the stairs and unlocked the door. I opened it slowly, curiously peeking around it to see who was knocking.

"Kelly!" I felt two big arms envelope me into a bear hug. I recognized his voice...

"Hey dad..." I tried to sound happy, but I wasn't really sure whether he would yell at me too. Was he just here to yell at me also?

"You ready to go?" he asked me, finally letting go.

"Ready for what?"

"Ready to come with me to the US, where the boys are at right now. I'm homeschooling you?" he tried to explain.

I spun around to see my mother standing there. Tears in her eyes.

"What?? What's going on? Is this true?" I asked, demanding answers. My mother nodded sadly, she ran over and hugged me tightly.

"I didn't know what else to do, I wouldn't manage. I'm too busy... I'm so sorry hunny, I'll miss you so much. Dad is going to take care of you, it'll be good for you, to spend more time with him."

I was speachless. Go on tour? With my Dad? I didn't know what to think. A million thoughts ran through my head. What about all my friends? I couldn't possibly leave them all behind. I would have no one but the employees, my Dad, and, well the only people close to my age were the One Direction boys. Stuck in a tour bus with five boys. Five very, attractive boys. I mentally slapped myself for thinking like that. This wasn't fair. I'd be leaving behind my home, my mother, my friends, my family. Just to be homeschooled by Paul Higgins. In a tour bus. Filled with five crazy boys. Oh dear, I asked myself. What had I done to deserve this?