Stroke Of Midnight (One Direction FanFiction) {Coming Soon}

Chapter 1~ Teenager In Love

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Teenagers In Love

~•~*Maria*~•~

Life sucks.

Life is pointless.

Life is weird.

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I kept all the roses (which were a were 15) and each year, one would die. But there was always one strong one.

That faithful rose that would never die.

Each year, when one died, I doubted the return of my Boo Bear. I would doubt his love. I would doubt the necklace and the promises that had been made.

But each year, that faithful rose would look the same as if it had recently blossomed and was a it's peek of its fitness.

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I had been in a orphanage since I was 4 years old to when I was 11 years old.

The orphanage had becomed my home.

There was my favorite staff, Miss Potato, was so nice to me. She snuck food to me and gave me extra candies. She told me that she loved me and that she would be my mother if she could support me.

She told be she had been a mother but gave the baby to the father, and she was 19 and she was studying so if she did adopt me, I would have a very poor life.

Each time she told me that, I thought that I would at least happy.

Miss Potato had raised me as her own. She treated me like my parents did. She didn't mind I still had my Canadian accent and that it stuck with me and that it would never go away.

She would stand up for me and when I got bullied, she was there to save me. She bought me my first bra and was there for my when I got my first period.

She was my second mother.

Those were my happy years, until before my 11th birthday, she was in a car crash.

She had been clubbing and she wasn't driving, her driver was drunk though. She road the same car that my parents drove before they died.

She died in the same car.

I cried and sobbed when I found out her death since I had always had the idea and team that when I turned 13 years old, she would adopt me, along with her daughter, and we would live happily together again.

But that never happened.

I even opened up my heart to Miss. Potato, to have it torn apart.

Then I was put in foster homes. I have been in many strange Foster homes.

It's was a unique strange experience.

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I moved Wolverhampton, West Midlands, to my first foster home. I had recently turned 11.

There was a young pretty lady named Mrs.P. She said that I wasn't aloud in the kitchen since I could get hurt with spoons.

Weird.

She also said that the kitchen cabinets could break down and hurt me. She said the refrigerator could fall on my and crush me like a bug. She said that I wasn't aloud to close the doors since I could possible break them of they could explode on me and hurt me.

She had a son called Liam, he was so fun and nice! He was my buddy and we were great friends, until I had to go to a different foster home, since they couldn't keep me.