The eventful life of Amelia Jones. (A 5SOS fanfic)
Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell
“AMEEEEEELIAAAAAA”
Her voice rung through the house like a demon on fire.
“AMEEEEEEEEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA JOOOOOONES!”
Ahh fuck.
“Yes mother” I solemnly replied
“GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE NOW!”
I drag my feet down the stairs, one by one; I throw them heavily on each step as I descend to the living room of hell.
“Good evening mother” I smile a sickly sweet smile, “How are you on this fine evening”
“Where have you been missy?!” my mother says, her back facing me, as she fondles something in her hands.
“I was out at a…..friends…”
“and who is this ‘friend’ that has made you come home so late? And why didn’t you tell me you were home” she says, slowly turning around.
“A friend from school… I thought you heard me come in, I’m sorry. Can I go to bed now? Please?” I whispered quietly, pleading silently that I will make it to bed without and bruises.
“Get out of my sight. Now.” She grits through her teeth
I slowly creep out of the room and tiptop back upstairs to my warm bed. I push open my door as silently as possible, in hope to make my mother forget I am here. I catch the sight of my calendar as I sneak into my room, yes, only 20 more days till I leave this hell hole.
I slide under my covers and grab my cute little laptop from my wooden beside table, I flip the lid open and a facebook message pops up. I ignore the message and open up twitter and tumblr, I scroll through my feed and dashboard in hope to calm myself down. Pictures of my favourite bands are plastered through my dash, I’m in heaven.
I pick up my iPod from inside my bag, and shove my headphones in my ears. I double click the home button, and press play, the first song that comes up is “Skinny Love”, its Ed Sheeran’s cover of it. God I love his voice. I crawl out of my jeans, throwing them on the floor, and peel off my singlet and jumper, leaving me in my matching black bra and undies. Pure bliss.
Uggh. Today has been THE worst day, I swear to god I cannot escape the crap I have to go through, no matter where I go.
Ed’s sweet voice fills my head, as I begin to daydream, I soon enough pass out.
* * *
The hilarious sounds of Masketta Fall’s cover of WMYB blast through the speakers of my phone, waking me up. God I hate having to wake up at 6am each morning. I lie in bed for another ten minutes before I realise I REALLY have to get up.
I sprint to the bathroom, due to my lack of clothing, I reach my hand into the shower and turn on the water, I stand back as I wait for it to heat up, I unclasp my bra, and drag off my undies, letting them both fall to the floor. I shove my hand under the water numerous times, until the temperature finally reaches my standards.
The hot water blasts against my skin, as I sink further under the stream, I lather the beautiful smelling soap all over my skin, and rub shampoo through my golden blonde curls, god they’re getting long.
Eventually, I decide to emerge from the shower, I dry my body, but leave my hair wet. I drag on my silly school uniform and tie back my hair whilst I do my makeup. People tell me all the time ‘Oh my god, you’re beautiful! You don’t need make-up!’, I look at them like idiots, they’ve never seen me without the makeup, therefore… how would they know what I look like without it?! Dumbasses. I apply my concealer and foundation before dragging the stick of eyeliner across my waterlines until it leaves a distinctive black line, then I apply my mascara, before finishing with a touch of lip balm.
I hardly ever bother with my hair, it’s naturally curly so I usually just leave it out, it reaches just above my bum. It’s rather gorgeous actually.
“AMELIA” my mother screams from downstairs, oh god. Not again.
“Coming Mother!” I reply sweetly, before piss bolting to my room, grabbing my shoes and socks, and shoving everything into my backpack. This is going to be a longgggggggg day.
* * *
“Hey cutie” the familiar voice says behind me
“Good morning” I reply, the smile spreading across my face as he wraps his arms around my waist
“I missed you” he replies sounding like we haven’t seen each other in weeks, when in fact it was on Monday. Today is now Wednesday.
“I missed you more baby” I reply automatically.
He nuzzles his nose into my neck before leaving a trail of kisses, leading up to my cheek.
“Come on gorgeous, we have to get you to class” he says as he grips my hand and leads me to my form class, he walks me there every morning, before heading to his form. I’m almost certain that he never makes it to his class on time.
“Ahhhh. Good morning Miss Jones, I see that your little boy toy walked you to class again this morning, let’s hope he’s not late, I’m sure you couldn’t handle your little smoochie-poo having a detention again” Mr. Saunders says sickly as he walks past me. Mr Saunders is his form teacher, and god I hate him.
The shrill ring of the school bell rips through the hall and the heard of late arrivals pour through the doors, barging into anyone and everyone without even giving a damn. People at this school can be such jerks sometimes. Oh who am I kidding… A lot of the time.
