Kristy, Are You Doing Okay? (One Direction & Emblem3 FanFic)

Chapter 1.

Hi guys. I know I said that I would wait until later to start uploading this, but I just love what I had so far that I just had to upload. I really like this story so far and the plot I have for it is really different than anything I've ever seen or read, honestly. I've even actually planned out the plot for this story as well, unlike my other two which I just write on the spot. But, I hope you like this! :)

-Merr.<3xx

     "Caylin, love, it's time for school," I say into my little sister's tiny ear to wake her up for her last day of first grade. She groans and rolls over, covering her head with the bright pink pillow. I giggle before climbing up onto her bed and start to jump while yelling "TIME TO GET UP! TIME TO GET UP! IT'S YOUR LAST DAY OF FIRST GRAAAAADE!"

     "But Kristy, I really don't want to go! Everyone's going to make fun of this ugly bruise on my face!" she yells back to me and climbs out of bed and toward her closet to pick up the clothes I laid out for her last night. "Why do I have to be so clumsy? Why did I have to slip and fall yesterday?"

     "Caylin, nobody will make fun of you! And if they do, ignore them. They're rude, ignorant people who are just jealous. Believe me, I had to learn that throughout school," I say. I was bullied all througout middle and high school. People never thought that me being so passionate toward my music and dedicating myself to it was really 'cool'. Oh, did I mention that I'm a singer? Well, I am, but not famous. Not yet, at least. 

     "What would they be jealous of? This bruise?" she asked, pointing to the bruise.

     "No, that you're a beautiful, smart, funny little girl that has the BEST sister ever!" I yell to her as I tackle and tickle her. She starts laughing and screaming, begging me to stop. After about a minute, I get up and walk over to the door, look to her, and say, "Okay, you have half an hour to get ready if you want me to do your hair," then close her door and walk over to my room to get ready for my last day of high school. I look into the mirror and notice how gross I look in the mornings. I have this ball on my head that I wouldn't even classify as hair because of how scary it looks and massive bags under my eyes. I groan and walk over to my closet and examine my clothes. I grab my favorite shirt, a pink button up with a cute cross design on the back, and a pair of Miss Me capris. We aren't a very rich family, but I have a decent paying job at the local Buckle store, and I get a discount on all of the clothes, shoes, and accessories there, so that's how I get my nice clothes. 

     I curl my long, naturally straight chocolate-brown hair and apply some make-up that makes my light blue eyes pop. After I finish getting ready, I slip on my light grey Chucks and walk over to Caylin's room to check on her. "Kristyyyyyyy, I'm readyyyyyyy!" Caylin yells, running out of the bathrom and straight into me. I giggle and check my phone. 7 o'clock. Wow, she's ready fifteen minutes early! That's a record for her! I lead her into the bathroom and start french-braiding her bangs back. Once that was done, we still had time, so I wand her straight blonde hair. 

     Twenty minutes later, we were walking out the door toward my silver Honda Accord when Caylin yells, "Bye, mom. See you after school. Love you." Before we receive a snotty remark from our oh so loving mother, who we haven't heard a nice thing from in years, I put my arm around my sister's back and walk her out the door. "Kristy, when will mom love us again?"

     This pained me to hear this from Caylin. The poor girl never really had a real mom to love her and take care of her, but instead had our lazy ass, unloving mother who never gave a shit about either one of us. She was a nice, caring woman once, a long time ago. Oh, those were the days.

*flashback*

     "John, the baby is coming, right now!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.