Their Badass (One Direction fan fiction)

Prologue - I'm sorry, who?

Prologue

I looked in each direction swiftly before continuing my work on the wall. Rattle the spray can once more, I pressed down on the button and let the ink inside spray put onto the once white wall. And with that I stood back and admired the big black panther spread across the wall with the ink drizzling from it claws, with the words 'Go Panthers' spread across it. Perfect, I thought whilst bringing out my phone and snapping a photo. Now I don't want to brag! But this was a work of art and it definitely made the school look a whole lot better.

But that didn't mean I was allowed to paint it...

After looking at my art work one more time I began to shove all the spray cans and paint tins into my backpack, quickly pulling it onto my shoulder. I wisely decided that it would best if I made myself scarce.

So my plan for the day so far was going well. Firstly, I egged Mr Novak's car, then I caused a food fight in the cafeteria, I then proceeded to stink bomb several exams and lastly I took upon myself to update the school mural.

Yeah, I was having a good day.

That is until my man Rodney-also the head of security-decided to walk around the corner, spotting me instantly.

"Hey, you! Stop there!" he shouted.

And I did. I stopped walking and raised my arms above my head in surrender, with my face lowered and out of sight. He approached me with an air of relief. I mean if I was him I would be relieved that I didn't have to run as well. But the poor guys relief didn't last long. Just when he got close enough, I threw my hands down and took off to my left and down wing B: The school exit. Out of no where, another security guard stood in my road. So with the skills my brother and I spent hours a day practicing, I placed my foot high on the wall and flipped right over his head.

Smiling to myself, I ran out the doors. I took a quick left around the school building. Finding my destination, I yanked at the window on the wall. It didn't budge at first which made me panic, but it soon slid open and I rolled into the window and onto the floor.

My breaths were now pants, my forehead was sweaty and my heart was racing.

"That. Was..." I panted with a smile "Awesome..."

"I bet it was." I turned to see my friend Lily and many other eyes on me. I looked around the girls locker room, nearly every eye was on me. Not that I minded...

"What did you do this time?" lily asked extending a hand.

"Update the school mural." I smirked and took her hand. She laughed and yanked me to my feet.

"Only you Mitchy, only you."

The girls began to buzz with conversation as I went over to my locker and stripped the black hoodie off. Then the intercom began to crackle to life and principal Tench's angry voice came over.

"Michelle Payne to principal's office...NOW!" he all but boomed.

Oh shit. 

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"I can't believe this Mitchy. Graffiti? Come on. You can do so much better than this. I raised you better than this." Mum said disappointed. "I know you love art babe but this is too far."

So my visit with the principal was...eventful. There was a lot of yelling. Then the bell wen so I was sent home, seeing as if was the last day of school. So now here I am, getting a lecture from my very disappointed but surprisingly not mad mum.

"Yeah I know. I'm sorry mum, it won't happen again but if you'll excuse me, I have a summer trip to pack for." I said making a start towards the stairs.

"Oh you're going to pack. But not for the summer trip." 

Mums voice was sickly sweet causing me to halt.

"What do you mean 'not for the summer trip'? "

"You're not going on the summer trip. Instead you're going to go stay with your cousin Liam."

My brows pushed together in confusion. There was a long silence as the clogs in my head began to turn. I soon spoke again. "I'm sorry, who?"

She eyes widened slightly in shock. "Liam. He's in the UK. He's in that popular boy band. One Direction, I think its called." came here reply.

Nodding, I added it all up. "So, instead of going on the summer trip, your sending me off to a cousin on the other side of the world-who I know nothing of, whose in a band-which I also know nothing of. Well gee, ain't that just rich". I muttered very sarcastically.

"Whatever Mitchy." mum sighed "You're still going. Everything has been organised. Even your father agrees."

That surprised me. Dad left me and Mum about three years ago. I don't know why he did, but I hate him for it.When he left, Mum fell apart. She would go for days without food, she even tried to kill herself! She did pick her act back up after about six months, but she's still hurting. You can see it.

"When did you talk to him?" I asked, my voice much softer and caring.

"When  the school called." she replied wryly

"Oh."

Ugh! I hate it when she brings up Dad! I can never stay mad at her when she does, it just brings back to many memories of Mum in such a weak state. But what i hate most of all is how it makes me let her win.

And thats exactly what I did next.

I let her win.

"I'll just go pack." I muttered before walking upstairs, puling out my suit case and piling everything in.

Just think of it as a holiday. You've never been there, maybe Liam will let you have around, I chanted in my head. You might meet some nice people, see a hot guy here and there. I can't be that bad...

Can it?