Nothing's Fine, I'm Torn.

How it all began

"Harry! Jeez, open that door!" Niall kicked against my side with his white supra's. There we were in front of the big red building that looked like a prison, school. Since Paul had gone a bit crazy and needed a rest, he had made a solution with our management. Two whole months to a special school with many girls and boys. Since we hadn't planned a tour for a while, it was a good idea to do it. The boys and I agreed immediately with the idea. Niall was all right to ask whether they had good food or not. And Liam wanted to learn some more for his spelling, since he wasn't really good at it. How long were we already out school? Something like two years? Although we all agreed, I had already fed up..

Niall started kicking harder and harder so I flew with my cheek against the flat windshield. "Harry, come on, now!" He became increasingly impatient and began now to crawl on my lap. "I pitch boys! It's so hot here .." Zayn was now getting impatient too and began to pull his checkered yellow blouse that was half open. It was very hot in here, I gave them one hundred percent right. When Niall finally reached the door handle, the door flew open by Paul. Niall fell with a large bow out in the middle of the grass and lay flat on his stomach. The boys and I all laughed and made our way out of the car. "Thank you, Paul! Perfect timing .." Niall looked annoyed at his hands that were green from the grass and filled with soil grains. Liam suddenly bent towards Niall and stuck out his hand as a gesture that he had to grab it. "Let me help you .." Liam was always the most protected and caring of our five. He was also the most conservative. He was like a father who keeps his children watched, something like we really needed in our group. 

After Niall finally insisted we looked again at the big building and then walked towards the door. "Bye guys, have fun!" Paul winked and looked to us with a big smile from ear to ear. He was always so sweet and so caring. We waved all over again and then walked into the big door. To the great surprise there stood immediately a woman with a long black skirt in front of us. Her hair was blond and was in a tight knot in the middle of her head. The blue buttons in her ears matched exactly with her blue coloured eyes. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Burgey." She held out her hand and looked at us intently. There was no smile, not even a flicker in her eye. I looked to the boys who were about turn and to go home again. But Mrs. Burgey walked further and showed us the way towards the classroom. These two months on this school will be a drama..