TORN (One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 3: It's My Life

You better stand tall

When they're calling you out

Don't bend, don't break

Baby, don't back down

It's my life

It's now or never

'Cause I ain't gonna live forever

I just wanna live while I'm alive

(It's my life)

My heart is like an open highway

Like Frankie said, "I did it my way"

I just wanna live while I'm alive

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Emalin's POV:

Breathe. I thought to myself, watching Skae retreat. There was really nothing I could do about it, since I had no idea why Skae hated me in the first place! With her dark wavy hair, curvy figure, and perfectly made-up face, she was the envy of the all the girls in our grade- and since we were seniors now, the whole school!

"Give me your hand, crazy," I heard a deep voice say.

"Samuel, thank the fajitas you're here!" I said, laughing a little bit, but still shooken up by Skae.

Now, let me tell you a bit about my best friends. I only have three, which is probably really sad for such a big school. (We have almost 500 students, which is fairly big for a private school!) Although we are in a big clique the rest of the school calls the "outcasts", we have formed our own seperate group. Samuel Masen, tall and imposing with dark blonde hair and stealthy eyes, is actually a softy at heart. He is an avid artist, and his paintings and drawings are always dark, mysterious, and haunting, with a beautiful air to them. His girlfriend, Bradi Johston, with her dark hair cut in a choppy pixie cut that usually covers her pale face, is punk rock and sings beautifully raw songs- and she's amazing! Last but not least, Markus Colifer. Brown hair framing a chiseled face, he would definately be declared handsome if he wasn't so menacing. He was always a quiet person with us, yet he took up in fighting and smoking, which made everyone else dispise him. We had always clicked though, our love of photography tying us together.

"Of course we're here, loser. We wouldn't leave you sprawled on the middle of the school floor!" Bradi said, her light ever-changing eyes laughing.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Markus silently picking up all the things that spilled out of my bag, and I looked at him, smiling gratefully. Markus was a man of few words, and I knew he liked to keep it that way. We are a lot alike- we speak through our photography.

Grasping my hand, Samuel pulled me up, and I grabbed my backpack from Markus, slinging it over my shoulder.

"Here," Markus said. He handed me my camera, which I loved with all my heart.

"Nothing was broken?" I asked him, and he shook his head. No.

"So what's up with the sudden outfit change?" Bradi said, eyeing my outfit with a bit of distaste, "What made you suddenly go so.. colorful?"

She eyed her own outfit, a simple black tee shirt with a silver scarf around her neck, black skinny jeans, and black flats. Then, she looked over at Markus and Samuel, who had on black and navy graphic tees, respectively, jeans, and black Dr. Martens.

I looked down at myself, blushing. Usually I dressed in duller, neutral colors, but today, I stood out a lot.

"I'm going to be myself this year," I said quietly, but then, knowing that at home I would never speak so softly, I grinned and said louder, "This year is my year to actually be who I really am. It's my life, and I'm done hiding."