The Lacey Story

"Lacey,wake up!" I hear my mother yell from the other room. I roll over only to see it's 7:32 a.m. "Shiiiiit" I say in panic. "I have to be ready in ten minutes to get there in time!" I put on my grey tanktop with a plaid button shirt over it. I throw on some shorts and black boots then rush to brush my hair and teeth. I practically slam into my car door and jump in. On the way to my last day of Virgo High, a car in front of me suddenly stops. I attempt to hit the brakes but it is too late, and before I realize, my car is already damaged. I stay in the car for a few seconds while I lay my head on the air bag. Moments later I hear a panicked accent apologizing repeatedly. I roll down the window to see a man with bright green eyes and blonde hair run his fingers through his hair and apologize once more. "It's fine, it's fine. I understand you're sorry." I tell him.

"I just- I can't believe it. This guy just pulled out in front of me. He came from no where!" He jumbles his words together while he explains, shouting the last part. I look into my mirror and all that is visible tiny scratch on me. He laces his hands behind his head. "Look, everything is going to  be fine! No legal action is going to be taken, I'm not injured, you seem fine." I try to comfort him but it only seemed to make it worse. "No, no, you don't understand, this car was a gift from my parents and they just gave it to me for my nineteenth birthday, they are going to-" He continues to panic, but I cut him off. "Happy Birthday" I reply without knowing what you say. He scowls and I flinch, I've never seen such a disapproving face. "Sorry." I say as a reply for his scowling face."It's fine, just not the time." He says softly. Fuck! TIME!  "Do you know what time it is?" "Uh, yeah, It's 7:43?" He answers. "WHAT?!" I turn the key to make sure the car still runs. It puts up a fight but the motor starts. "Bye!" I shout before driving off, making sure to be careful and swerve around his car. While in the car, I think over what had just happened. I then realize that he was Niall Horan, he is one of the boys on the soccer team. *Yeah, I'll definitely end up seeing him again* I tell myself.

When I arrive at school, it is already 8:07 a.m. and I'm two minutes late for my first class, Mrs. Lerose for History. She is going to go crazy! I then realize it is the last week of school, and feel extreme relief wash over me at my luck. During school we usually don't do very much, just sit and 'socialize'. 

(To be continued)

~Sorry everyone for the VERY short paragraph, it's 4:47 here and I know, I know, stupid and overused excuse but I'm sorry, I am SO tired. I love you if you are actually reading this <3~