My puking episode from this morning left me exhausted, but the headache has subsided. I sat on the couch reading over the letter from the manager of this band...One Direction? That name sounds so familiar. I pushed that thought into the back of my mind. To be the stylist of a famous band...that would be amazing! What about Melissa? She has school, but she hates school! Well she ain't living with me when she has no job. I lost myself in my thoughts, literally. The slam of my front door yanked me out of my own mind.
"YOU BETTER NOT BE SLAMMING MY DOOR, MELISSA!" I huffed.
"Sorry sis." She said quietly, walking into the front room, her eye hidden by the brim of her beanie.
"What?! No smart ass comment?" I said rudely, sitting up from the couch. My eyes narrowed to slits on I used my available strength to examine her. "What the hell is wrong with you?" My voice softened.
"Nothing." She foreced through her lips, the words only coming out as a breathless whine. I stepped off the couch slowly and kneeled down in front of her. She flinched and moved back a couple inches.
"Just let me see!" I said softly when she swatted my hand. She dropped her hands in defeat as I removed the beanie slowly, revealing one of her dark blue eyes swollen shut. The bruise was pink around the edges and a unnatractive shade of violet and navy in the middle. "Who did this to you?" I asked comfortingly. She looked down, tears filling her ordinary eye. "Who did this to you?!" I pressed, more sternly.
"He's just a stupid boy." She sobbed.
"A BOY GAVE YOU A BLACK EYE?!" I screamed, unable to hold in my anger.
"He's an ignorant neanderthal!" she screetched, her red, puffy, and wet cheeks grinding my heart into dust. "Lexi, I hate it at school so much!" She threw her arms around my waist and I buried my face into her hair. "I'm bullied every single day, by either these blonde crew of total bitches or this asshole!" She sobbed violently into my shoulder. I felt my own tears fall along with her.
"Hey," I whispered and she looked up sadly, "I got a letter today."
"Really?" She sniffed, "What did it say?" I stroked her soft, blonde hair.
"A manager of some band offered me a stylist job." I said.
"Do we get to move?" She asked hopefully.
"We actually have to tour with the band, so technically we move alot." I smiled. Her face lit up with renewed faith and happiness.
"Take the job! TAKE. THE. JOB." She jumped to her feet and ran to her room. I smiled and grabbed my iPhone and tapped in the number given with the letter. I waited as the annoying ringtone droned on.
"Becker Managments, This is Brandon." A deep, velvety male's voice said in the phone.
"Hello, is this the manager of One Direction?" I asked
"Who wants to know?" He asked, slightly agrivated.
"This is Alexandria Micheals, you sent me a letter offering me a styling postion." I said patiently.
"Oh yes, hello Alexandria! Have you made a descision?" He said, his voice smooth and suave. I smiled, knowing how much Melissa will be benefited. No more assholes or bitches.
"Yes, I would like to take the position." I said.
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FanfictionAlexandria was high on life and in love with her boyfriend Niall. When Niall broke her heart, she was as shattered as the pieces of her heart. She thought if she left England and let him live his dream on the X Factor, she would never have to deal w...
