Change of Direction (A Zayn Malik Fiction)

Chapter 1: Me and My World

(Elena’s POV)

“BEEEEP! BEEEEP! BEEEEP!”

I moaned as I slammed my palm on the snooze button. The sun was on its way up, and if I don’t wanna be late for school, then I have to pull myself up from this giant magnet under my bed, even if I didn’t even want to be in school at all. Crap! I slept at about 1:30AM in the morning then woke up at 5:40AM. Geez, masochistic much? Hehe.

I pried my sleepy eyes open, and man, do they sting! I moved the sheets away, got up and moved myself to the hook on my door to grab my towel while walking like a frickin’ zombie. Then I stripped myself from my clothes before entering the shower, and for everyone’s information, it’s where I do most of my thinking in my alone time.

Before continuing with the story, I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Elena Rose Mendoza Tisdale. Sixteen, living in Texas (but minus the accent), American-Filipino (American side dominant), 5 feet – 2 inches, brown hair, brown eyes, born on October 9, 1996.

I have a cousin who is also of Filipino blood, and he lives right next to us. His name is Demetrie Mendoza, and we’ve lived together since, you know, like FOREVER! He’s seventeen and he speaks fluent English (with full American and British accents), Filipino, Spanish, French, Latin, Japanese and Korean. He’s the big brother I’ve never had.

I’ve was in 5th grade when it finally occurred to me that I was invisible. I’ve never joined any clubs, never had real friends, never had a social life, never been kissed or touched, and most of all, I’ve never had a boyfriend.

I’ve proven to myself that people can be very judgmental at times, for the wrong reasons. Since I’m of foreign blood from a country that is widely known as a “Third-world” country (poor and lately urbanized), I’ve been listed in the “People-to-avoid” list in my school. I’ve been called a slut, a retard, bitch, hoe bag and more. But the most famous tag that has been planted onto my forehead for a long time is “GRose”, like “gross” but with my name in it.

But I try to look at the bright side of things. I’m an all-around talent person, just like Demetrie. Although I just say that to myself and not scream it out loud because I’m not one of those social King Kongs at my school. I learned it from, yes, Demetrie.

I sing, dance, drum, strum, play piano and act. I guess I just like to do these things because I want to express, not impress.

Demetrie taught me everything I needed to know about talent. He’s the one who taught me ALL of my talents, actually. He really IS the man, so don’t scratch your heads in confusion and disbelief anymore.

I turned off the shower, wrapped the towel around my waist then went to my room and got ready. I grabbed a slice of toast and went over to Demetrie’s.

He goes to the same school as me, and I always ride with him to school on his white and blue motorcycle, which he weirdly calls “Shiva”, pertaining to the twin Shiva sisters, Nix and Styria, in Final Fantasy XIII. He’s also an avid gamer.

Eventually, so am I. He has a PS1, two PS2’s, a PSP, a PS3, an Xbox and an Xbox 360, which he lets me play. He’s not rich. He inherited all of these, except for the PS3, one of his PS2’s, his PSP and his Xbox 360. He bought them through years and YEARS of saving money from his allowance and bam! There they were. He has Tekken Tag Tournament two, and my main characters were Nina and Anna, and Demetrie’s were Lili and Kunimitsu.

Okay, you didn’t need to know that. Hehe. Just a little information for gamers out there.

“Come on, El! We’re gonna be late!”

Hehe. I really love seeing that smile waiting for me every time I go out and try to go to school. His hair was dark brown, long and soft, his bangs were so long that it could reach the bottom of his mouth but he swipes it to the side to prevent sight obstruction. He never uses hair gel, wax or anything. Just shampoo, conditioner and planning to use hair dye. His wants his hair red, and he has a perfect tan. If I was a different girl, I’d be in love with him as well. Too bad he doesn’t know he’s handsome.