My Life: featuring One Direction

~Shana's P.O.V. ~

"Heeeeey Shana! Guess what I scored today at work..." Says my eighteen year old sister, Jenna. She works at some movie place and sometimes her rich boss will give her tickets to random events to promote the company, and because of her ridiculously bad driving skills, I get dragged along to as her ride. The worst thing I had to go to was a stinky rodeo filled with cows, and forty year old cowboys.

"Hmm let me guess.... tickets to go to England for a year?" I ask hopefully. I would LOVE to go to England. That is my dream. However, I barely have enough money to feed my sister and I, so that dream is being postponed.

"No silly, and face it, that's not going to happen!" She squeals excitedly. Oh no she is rarely his excited. This is going to be bad. "I got... two backstage passes..... To...."

"Just spit it out already!" I say unhappily.

"ONE DIRECTION'S CONCERT! Plus they are going to be right here in Toronto! Isn't this great!!!???" she screams in her annoying teenage voice. That girl is secretly a fifteen year old inside. I know it... wait... oh god, not One Direction. Jenny is obbsessed with them, especially Harry Styles. However, I couldn't care less about them.

"Ya that's great, Jenna!" I say angrily. "Now I get a few hours of sitting in my car being bored and texting my friends, oh wait, I almost forgot. I have no friends. I have to spend every free second of my day working so I can bring you home some dinner! Did it ever cross your mind that I may not want to go with you on your little adventures? That's my only free time! I could have used that time to hang out with friends! But i haven't talked to any of my high school friends since graduation, three years ago! No one even remembers who I am anymore, because I'm working my butt of for you 24/7!"

"God, I'm soory ok. I'm just trying to help. I can't wait until I go to college, because unlike you, I'm going to get somwhere in life, instead of just finding a horrible job at some grocery store, and annoying my sister at every chance I get!" she glares at me as tears start to fall from her large brown eyes, eyes that are now narrowed at me. "You've changed since the incident. What happened to my big sister?" she storms off to her room leaving me at a loss for words. It's true... I have changed. My job is stressing me out to the point that I'm screaming at my little Jenna. What happened to my life? I could have gone to college, I should have gone to college, and I would have gone to collage if it wasn't for the incident. The incident really did change everything, if it hadn't happened, maybe I wouldn't be living in a tiny apartment with my sister, in the most rundown part of Toronto.

I walk the tiny five steps it takes to get to the living room, no my room. I haven't yet gotten used to the fact that it was converted in to my room a week ago. Me and my sister used to share a room, but the space was to cramped. I sit down on my bed, the only thing in the room besides a bedside table and a tiny door to the tiny balcony that shows the 'beautiful' dump beside our building. Even when this room was a living room all it had was a couch and TV, which you can now find in our kitchen/dining room/main room/living room. I get in to bed then turn and pick up the lone item on my dresser. A photo of my parents. The only one that there is left.

"Goodnight mom. Goodnight dad. I love you." I whisper as I kiss the photo goodnight, the same way I have every night since the incident. I can only sleep if I have said goodnight to them, since I didn't on the night of the incident. Soon after I fall into a horrible, nightmare filled sleep.

~Jenna's P.O.V~

Wow, that girl can scream. That's my first thought as i wake up at two in the morning hearing my sisters screams in the room beside me. I used to comfort her, but not anymore, because I'm usually mad at her, and it just makes it worse for her to wake up and realize, it's not a nightmare, it's real, and she has scars to prove it. The best thing to do is just try to fall asleep again.

"DAD! NO! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP-" She screams. Oh so it's that nightmare. The one where she gets stuck trying to save dad in the fire. Little did she know getting stuck under the bookcase was the only thing that kept her alive. I remember the night I woke up hearing the screams of my family and feeling extremely hot then looking up and finding my door and pretty much the rest of the house on fire. I can't imagine watching my own father burn to death though. I understand that she's hurting, but she takes it out on me and that's what I hate.

I eventually realise I will need a bit of 'help' getting to sleep with her screams. So I yawn, get up ant trudge to the tiny, moldy bathroom to find my sleeping pills. After five minutes of searching I realise I left the pills in my room last night.

"Crap." I mutter as I walk back to my room. I take the last three pills and write a note for Shana to go get more. I would, but with my driving skills, i wouldn't make it out of the parking lot. That's my last thought as I fall asleep.

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Ok, so first off, thanks for reading! This story will be kinda boreing until One Direction comes in at around chapter five, but I DO have big plans for the story! Thanks to Jbyrne20 and alabamarules for the help! your both awesome for being nice and stuff! If you want to suggest a scene for this story, feel free to comment, and ill respond, and probably use it in my story, thanks!

The photo on the right is Jenna, by the way!