Why is one direction in my closet (by phoebe may)

Intro

..Alissa..

I walked out of my huge apartment, the wind making my dark brown hair blow every were, and the full moon making my blue eyes sparkle.

I hopped in my purple car and shut the door with my tank top getting stuck in the door (so typical) so i re-opened the door and fixed it. Then i headed off to the shops.

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on the way home i heard a weird noise coming from the car.

"What the hell was that?!" i said as the car stopped...

Lucky i moved the car on the side of the road!

I got out of the car, grabbed my things and went on the side walk. Not bothering to get help, and walked home.

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As i opened the door i heard ANOTHER noise, but it wasn't the sound of a car breaking down.. it sounded like a cough?

"Who's there!" i shouted. But there was no answer.

"Hmm, maybe it was just my imagination." i spoke out loud.

It was getting late, so i decided to get changed into my pj's.

I walked up the glossy white stairs, through to long corridor, and into my room.

I don't like having much furniture in my room so i only had a desk near the window to the right, chest of draws to the left side of the room, a wooden queen sized bed in the middle of the room, and a couple of book shelves here and there.

I have a long walk in wardrobe with all the clothes a girl could ask for, and a bathroom that could fit a queen.

I know i sound really posh and things but, i did win the lottery a couple of months ago...

IM RITCH!!! Ha.

I walked over to my walk in robe to change into my pj's.

But to my surprise there was 5 guys sitting in there already. o. m. g.

Why the hell is one direction in my closet!?!?!?!