When The Sun Goes Down.

Chapter 1

*BEEP!* *BEEP!*

"Urghh!" I groan as I reach over to turn my alarm off. As I do so I check the time on my phone- "6:00" I think to my self as I manage to drag my self out of bed. Its Friday and the week is dragging so much. I honestly can't wait for the weekend.

"Today and then it's the weekend." I assure myself.

I have to be at work by 7:00 so I have to start getting ready immediately. I work in an American style restaurant and I take orders from customers. I don't really enjoy my job but it helps pay the bills that me and my friend Amelia, my flat mate, split between us.

I sit down at me dressing table and switch my curling wand and straighteners on. Having short hair just past my shoulders did have its benefits, one being that it didn't take long to curl it in to large curls and straiten my bangs. My hair is a chocolate brown on the top and then emerges into blonde - it's the dip dye that I got done at the salon for my birthday.

I'm not tall and not short. If I'm honest, I'm probably average hight and I have large deep ocean blue eyes. My eyes have always been big and personally I think their to big for my face but my friends always go on about how they'd love to have my eyes. I don't know why. Luckily for me, I was born with straight teeth and having a mother who was a dentist, they are pretty white from brushing them 4 times a day when I was younger.
I have dimples. Huge dimples in my cheeks. My grandad had them and they skip a generation, so my dad doesn't have them but I do. I literally get complimented on them on a daily basis at work, but I really don't see what people like about them. I'm an unusual build. This isn't me bragging about my size because in no way at all am I, but I have a small waist big bum, big boobs, and medium thighs. Despite my size being pretty decent for a girl my age, I still feel like a potato compared to my friends.

Well, while I'm at it, I may aswel tell you a little about my self.
My full name is Esmeè Rose Williams and I am 24 years old. I moved to Sheffield 2 years ago. I am originally from a little town in Northern Ireland called Dungannon in county Tyrone. I moved to Middlesbrough in England when I was 9 so my Irish accent is still pretty strong. My mother died when I was 8 so me, my older brother Ethan, and my farther Patrick, all moved to England to get a fresh start. My Mother was killed in a car crash on Christmas Eve. She was called Scarlett and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. My farther remarried when I was 10 and he seems pretty happy with his new wife Lynn. My brother still lives in Middlesbrough with his girlfriend, Tanya and his baby girl Bonnie. I speak fluent French and Greek because of our many holidays there before my mother died and I can play the guitar, piano, saxophone, cello and violin perfectly. I guess you could say my parents were a bit obsessed with us being 'talented' because my brother can speak French and Greek like me and he also was made to play tennis.
I danced. Well, I still dance but not like before. When I was younger and lived in Ireland, attended a dance school (which my mam made me go to) and I went the 5 days a week after school till 8 o'clock. Because of all the time spent their, yes, you could say I was pretty good according to the amount of trophies on the shelves in the living room. I came first in nearly all my dances, especially my character. When I moved to Middlesbrough and met Amelia, I attended a new dance school and carried on from their. Because Amelia dances to, now that we live in Sheffield, we still pop to an old dance studio to practice. I always try my best to wear baggy clothes and hide my body. This is because I'm extremely self conscious. When I was younger, despite dancing, I was a big girl. In Ireland school was fine because it was so small and we were all to young to care about size, looks and skin colour but when I moved to England, grew up and moved in to a bigger school it all changed.

I got bullied really bad. Every day I'd wake up hoping to die. I'd take one step in to the school gates and straight away, people were throwing insults about my weight at me from every direction. Not having a mother anymore, I felt like I didn't have anyone to talk to about it so it just kept getting worse. It came to the point were I just stopped eating. I got a serious case of anorexia and nearly died. While all this was going on my brother was diagnosed with dyslexia. This was to much for my dad and he gained depression. Eventually I beat anorexia. I left school and moved to Sheffield to get away from all the memories. So yes, you could say I didn't have the best of child hoods but now my life couldn't be better and neither could my dads or my brothers. My dad is married to the lovely Lynn and my brother is now a trained doctor.

Anyways, back to reality...
I split my bangs so I have a middle parton and begin straitening. Once I have finished, about three minutes later I begin curling my hair in to big curls. I apply my daily amount of makeup and shot on my uniform which was a black short sleeved shirt with a white collar and white rim round my sleeves, black leggings (even though I'm supposed to wear a skirt) , a white frilly Apron with a black rim, small white socks and my hight top black and white converse. I walk out of my large bedroom and in to the kitchen were to my surprise I see Amelia wide eyed eating a bowl of cereal.

" y'alright Ez?" She says with with a sweet smile.

"Yeah, you?" I reply.

"Yep!" She says happily.

She was usually happy, Amelia, but today she was what she usually was but times 10.

It was unusual. She was unusually happy.

"How come your up so early?" I ask, sounding astonished.

"I have a little surprise for you" she exclaims in the most exited tone I have ever heard.

"What is it?!" I ask eagerly.

She hands me a white envelope with 'Ez x' written neatly on the front (clearly Amelia's writing).

I quickly open it to discover two white tickets with 'Arctic Monkeys' written in black in the famous Wavy AM writing. Below that it said Friday 10th January.I look up at her in disbelief and then give a huge hug and we both screamed with excitement.

Then my face instantly went from a huge cheesy grin to a disappointed straight face.

"It's tonight and I have work tomorrow, I will never be able to get up!." I complained with the most depressed look on my face.

"I have put you a holiday in! Call it a late birthday present." She says with a grin.

"Oh My God! You are literally the best!" I exclaim.

We both burst out laughing.

I check my phone- it was 6:50.

" I better go or my boss will kill me." I sigh with a large smile on my face.

"Remember..." She says "... Hurry back home so we can get ready! The concert IS tonight!" She shouts as I leave the flat in to the freezing crisp winter wind.

A/N:

Sorry for any spelling mistakes! I'm writing it on my iPad because my
Laptop is broke.

Also Esmeè's hair looks like Arielle Vandenberg's but herself, Esmeè, dose not look like Arielle.

I'm going to upload a pic of Esmeè in a bit when I find someone who looks similar to how I imagine her .

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