Poor. [ZM AU] IIII

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malik. zayn malik. you hear the surname 'malik' and you would instantly crinkle your nose in disgust if you lived in the neighbourhood zayn lives in. his mother works extra hard to take care of her large family of six and his father is struggling to find a job after being left unemployed because of a business that went wrong. his father was almost ready to move up in the factory business he was in but one intoxicated night ruined it all for him. his father was once an alcoholic, but he changed himself, he became a hard worker and a family man. however he did have some enemies that wouldn't ever forgive him for some of the horrors in his past so they peer pressured him into drinking once more. he lost his senses after one and couldn't stop, doing things that others will never ever forgive. the enemies got what they wanted out of him, he was used abused and his family's name was tarnished. whenever zayn and his siblings and mother walk around outside they are given dirty looks. its horrible, but to be honest, zayn couldn't care less. he doesn't give two craps about what people think of him. ever. he is more into the urge of killing his father's enemies. 

and that's what his goal is to do.

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"zayn, i'm gonna need you to drop your sister off to school today. i have go to work early today; can you do that?" and risk yet another detention for being late for school? sure.

"yeah, yeah. just make sure she's ready for when i wanna go." i yell back from my small box room bedroom in the council estate house that is rented that me and  my family live in. i'm actually lucky that i have a room to myself. my three sisters all have to share one bedroom and they're from the ages, 22,15 and 11. at least they have the biggest bedroom though, there's a bonus. i also have my mother and father in the same house as me, and all you can hear every night is them screaming their heads off at each other before they pass out and snores are heard. same cycle every night. my mum gets in late from working as a personal assistant this dickhead of a boss who completely takes advantage of her kind nature; then you have my dad who always comes home angry because it's another day of doing the same old McDonald's hours. it's a job though, it's better then being completely broke and having to rely on your hardworking wife.

it's supposed to be a man's job to bring money and food home for the family (in my opinion)

"love you!" i hear her shout back at me from downstairs and i hear the click in the door and she was gone. my eldest sister doniya is studying in some fashion and make up university with a dream to be fashion designer where she is able to travel all over the world and do the one thing she loves. my other sisters, well they're still in school. safaa's the youngest and i spoil her the most because she's little and easily pleased. then you have waliyha who's going through that time (yanno puberty) where she's gonna be a little cow to me one day and love me unconditionally the next. i love my sisters though, despite my hard guy act... they're my weaknesses. if something ever happened to them; i would kill.

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 "thanks zaynie, love you loads." my little sister wrapped her small chubby arms around my legs and i couldn't help but crack a smile at this. i may be having a crap day so far because of the amount of rubbish exams i have today but who cares? my sister is the reason for my smile when i'm in no mood to smile; well done safaa.

"no worries saf, i'll pick you up later." i kissed her hair and watched her run into her school's building, now it was time for me to make it to my crappy school. urgh, being sixteen is not fun as i have to go to secondary school. i'm in my last year of it so it's where it decides my future pretty much soon and that's just stress that i don't need right now.

i was minding my own business crossing the road when suddenly out of nowhere this frickin massive spotless white shiny Porsche car came out and causes me to collide harshly with it and onto the road. i have to admit it was a damn nice car and i love cars so much, i draw them all the time and hopefully one day i could get my own nice one. my parents don't even own a car, that's how unrich we are (i don't like saying the word poor because i hate to admit it). 

the owner of that amazing car comes out as i have no effort to move and lift myself off the cold hard ground, if this will get me out of school then i shall continue my act. though to be honest, i have a throbbing pain at the back of my head and my leg feels like it's not there. wow, so maybe i don't need to act. oh no.

"oh my gosh! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE DENTED MY CAR, I JUST GOT IT YESTERDAY? IS THAT A SPOT OF DIRT ON IT?! DO YOU REALIZE HOW HARD IT IS TO KEEP IT IN THIS PERFECT STATE? NO YOU DON'T. YOU DON'T EVEN LOOK LIKE YOU WASH YOURSELF FOR GODS SAKE. EW, URGH." this blonde chic with fabulous teeth, amazing curves, stunning blue eyes but the most crappest attitude in the world hovers over me and inspects her face. no she doesn't actually ask me how i am, like a normal human being would. instead she acts like a right cow and snaps at me as if it was my fault that i was going over the speed limit and crashed into a poor defenceless guy who clearly loves school. yeah sure the last one was a lie, but she doesn't need to know that.

"yeah because i'm the psychotic driver aren't i?!" i glared at her from the position from the floor, gosh how rude can one person be? i thought i was a dick, but i'm glad there are people out there worse then me.

"excuse me? do you even know who i am?" she gives me the look that makes me want to punch her but i don't hit girls. luckily for her.

"yeah i do. some crazy spoilt cow who doesn't know when to stop with the make up. you look like a clown babe."

"wow, that's slightly rich coming from someone who gets money from beggars." what the?

 "Nice make-up, do you use a brush or just dip your face in?" i sneered back, she opened her mouth to speak but instantly shut it up.

"listen peasant, stay out of my way-"

"-no problem there seeing as you have probably injured me so badly that i can no longer walk to get into your way! you don't even have the courtesy to ask me how i am, that's how rude and selfish you are!" i snapped at her and she rolls her blue eyes back at me, flicking her unnaturally blonde hair off my shoulder bending down to my height.

"do you want to me to pretend that i actually give a crap about you and your petty feelings? you and i are clearly on different scales, please don't even try and associate with me."

oh i won't, trust me there you evil cow, snow queen wannabe.

"sure thing barbie." just as she was about to walk away from me she stopped abruptly and turned around, her arms found their way across her chest and she narrows her eyes so they are now shooting me scary cold and hurtful icicles.

"barbie?" her eyes went round as if she was in disbelief that i had called her that. yeah idiot, i said it and i meant it.

"yeah. you're a blonde, fake, fake, fake and let me add that you're fake."

i don't know why i said that because i knew it would only piss her off even more; but i couldn't take it back now could i? she gives me the dirtiest look and does the weirdest most disgusting thing ever.

she spits on me as if i'm dirt on the ground, which of course according to her and her clear social status...

i am.

(lol so i'm gonna keep the chapters sweet and short i was so tempted to swear because zayn's character seems the sweary type but i didn't so be happy lil 11 year old zen girls who are reading this. comment and vote please love you)