Picked From The Crowd

Chapter 3

Authors Note: Well.... That was weird.... Thank God it was just a dream ;) lol

As you can tell, Stephanie (Stephie) is a singer/ songwriter, something I have always wished I could do, but I cant. Therefore I have to use other people's songs as hers, but I will put the link to the YouTube video before the chapter, in case you have absolutely no idea what song it is or what it sounds like. All credit goes to the Artist, and to the YouTuber for uploading the video. Thank you!! :) But other that, Vote/ comment please!! Tanks Lovies :D xxxxx

Chapter 3

As I drive to school, I can't get the dream out of my head. The scary thing is... I'm going to the One Direction concert a couple days from now... On Wednesday. I know it's never going to happen.... They obviously aren't going to die, but it's still shaking me up. I turn on the radio to drain out the voice in my head saying "what if" and make my way into the school parking lot. I find a spot and pull the keys out of the ignition. I grab my bag and get out of my car.

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After a long, boring day of learning absolutely nothing, and listening to my best friend Amy freak out about the concert, all the while I have a giant pit in my stomach, I return to the day care to pick up Julie. I drive her home, listening to all the stories of what she did today. I smile at her, loving how happy she always is. I used to be like that too... Not anymore.

As soon as we walk in the door she instantly exclaims that's she's hungry.

"Well what do you want, little goosie?"

"I don't know! I'm just hungry!" she yells out, jutting her chin up. I laugh and swoop her up and dance around the room with her.

"QUIET DOWN IN THERE!!!!!" I start, almost dropping Julie. She looks at me like she is about to start crying, but I hug her tightly before I put her down.

"Stay here." I whisper to her, and I walk out of the kitchen into the living room.

"I'm sorry, dad, I didn't expect you to be home..." I bit my lip and look down at my feet, hoping he is either too drunk, too tired, or has at least a sliver of a heart, enough to not lash out and hit while Julie can see everything from the kitchen. He lies on the couch, unmoving, with his dirty, grey baseball cap placed over his face. His grey plaid shirt is open, showing the very dirty white tank top underneath it, stretching over his very big gut. His navy blue pants have dirt and food smeared all over them. He is just a nasty looking man with a personality to match.

He doesn't answer to my apology, he instead starts snoring. I breathe a sigh of relief, glad that nothing bad happened with Jules standing 7 feet away. I walk back into the kitchen and start cutting up some fruit for Julie. My hands shake as I hold the knife, and I try to calm myself down by thinking of the concert coming up in 6 days. Not the dream, just the concert. I'm going to be so close! 4th row! I smile to myself at my own excitement. I'm not usually like this anymore.

A/N : guess what guys..... NEXT CHAPTER IS THE CONCERT!!!!!! :'D