One in a Million

Chapter 3

Chapter 3.

Kendra's POV

I slid quietly through the front door and shut it gently, hoping not to be too loud for anyone to hear me. I crept up the main stairway, as quietly as possible but I guess I wasn't quiet enough.

"We will not tolerate your behavior any longer, little girl," Mrs. Blake scolded me. Little girl? Who did she think she was talking to?

"Okay?" I said while rolling my eyes.

"We called your parents while you went and had your fun around London and they arranged a flight back to New York City for you tomorrow at 8 am." She gave me an evil grin.

I could NOT leave tomorrow morning, I had to meet Zayn at 3 pm at Starbucks. "No I can't go," I protested back to Sylvie's mom. "You have to, your parents orders." She said with a loud giggle as she walked back into her room. I groaned and ran into the guest bedroom, which has been my bedroom for the last 2 weeks now. I walked into the crammed closet and pulled out my suitcase.

How could I leave already? I actually think I fell for Zayn.. On my walk home I was debating whether I should go see him tomorrow or not and I finally decided to and then this happens! He's going to think I blew him off and that I never even liked him, when in reality I do. A lot. I don't even have a number to contact him with.

"Such a shame you have to leave," Sylvie said as she walked into the room, running her fingertips against the wall, "I'm really going to miss you," she said sarcastically.

"Shut up," I snapped back at her. She gave me a small snort as she examined me from head to toe.

"I heard about your little problem," she said with an over exaggerated sigh. I stood up from my suitcase, eager about what she talking about.

"What problem?" I teased back flipping my wavy dark brown hair.

"You know, the one that will cause no one to fall in love with you because you'll be ugly, sick and probably bald. Poor little baby." And with that, she gave me one last smile and then walked out of the door.

How could she possibly know about that? My parents wouldn't of told anyone about what happened until we knew what was going on for sure. My heart stopped. My stomach dropped. I knew how that little bitch found out, she took my journal.

I ran to the bed, lifting up the mattress and seeing if the composition notebook was tucked in between the mattress and the spring but it wasn't. She took it. The journal that I've been writing in for over 4 years was gone and stolen by some little British bitch.

I stormed out of the room and into Sylvie's. "give it to me," I growled through my teeth.

"Give you what?" She acted all innocent but I knew she had it. She was laying on her bed, reading a magazine.

"My journal!" I screamed loudly.

"I think you have some problems! You should go to a therapist!" She said calmly back.

I was raging, I couldn't just let 4 years of writing about something that has affected my life forever be taken away by her in less than 2 minutes. "Is that a fire I smell?" She said with a dirty smile. She probably.. I shook the thought from my head. Could she really be that evil? To burn my journal?

"Fuck you," I hissed through my teeth as I pointed at her then walked out of her room and back into mine. I sat on the bed, thinking about everything that just happened. Zayn. Sylvie. My journal. The flight tomorrow. I didn't even want to talk to my parents right now, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want to think, I just wanted to forget about everything.

I started to get a really bad headache and sharp pains in my chest. It was only 4 o'clock but I couldn't handle the stress anymore. I laid down and fell asleep, forgetting about everything.