Devestation To Direction! (A One Direction Fan Fic!) - ON HOLD -

The Tragedy!

A/N!

Okay, I'm SO sorry that I haven't updated in AGES! Its not that I've had writers block, cuz I know where the story is going, its just that I have been to lazy to update. I wish computers were magic, and that whatever you said it would magically write it down. I should suggest that to computer manufacturers, jokes. But it really would be sooo much easier! Anyways, thank you to those of you who have read, commented and voted for my story. It would mean the world if you commented, I REALLY wanna know who's reading this. Sorry if anyone has been offended by any swear words that I have placed in the story so far, message me and I'll change them a bit if you want. Anyway, I'm gonna get on with the story now, because I've probably bored you to death with this authors note!

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The teachers face lit up with shock, and a look of disbelief appeared on her face. After a moment she jumped fro m her chair, and was out the door. I got up a slinked out of the office behind her. She looked at me impatiently as she walked briskly up the corridor, me following slowly behind her. 

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps on the ground, followed by the sharp intakes of heavy breathing. I turned my head to see a sweaty Tom, jogging to catch up with me. I smirked as he slipped over on the cold school floor. Unlike normal schools, we didn't have carpet, I can't explain the type of flooring that we had, and nor shall I try. Whilst I was smirking, Tom glared at me playfully. I just smiled a fake sweet smile at him. 

Me and Tom were quite close friends, but none of my friends knew this, since they would strongly disapprove. You see, Tom was the guy that didn't really fit in, but that's why I liked him. No, not in that way, just as mates. He was easy to talk to -not saying my other mates aren't- and he could always cheer me up. All of my mates could. But with Tom, I didn't have to hear CONSTANTLY about One Freaking Direction! He, like me, strongly agreed that they were shit, and conceited at that. 

Anyways, when Tom had finally caught up with me, we followed Miss to the room where Chris would be.

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When we finally arrived at the art room Miss knocked briskly on the door, not waiting for an answer, she walked in. 

The sight was terrible, blood was smeared on the floor, and sprayed over the walls. My eyes widened at the sight laying before me, Chris was sprawled over the floor, hair covered in blood. Around him was a pool of his own bright red blood. 

Miss called the Ambulance instantly, and later on it had arrived. We watched as he was lifted onto the gurney (Think that's what they're called) and driven away. Sammi, who was Chris' girlfriend, had a bunch of people surrounding her, comforting her. I felt sorry for her. She was offered the chance to go with him to the Hospital, but declined, since she didn't want to see all of the blood, and her boyfriend laying, unconscious before her eyes.

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I was now sitting in French class. Everyone knew about what happened to Chris, and sympathy clouded above the heads of every pupil in the school. 

Miss was droning on about something in French, but I wasn't listening, I doubt anyone was. The thoughts of the day filled our head. 

"Alexis, ecouter!" Miss exclaimed, looking over at me. I snapped out of my thoughts and listened. 

Halfway through the class, Miss Genevieve walked in. She looked over at me worriedly, before rushing over to speak to Miss in a hushed voice. Everyone sat quietly as Miss nodded, looking over at me sadly. I sat confused and waited.