I was sold to One Direction

The Flashback

I woke up and I was on the streets, huddled in a sleeping bag on the concrete in an alleyway. It was so cold, and I looked up and saw my mother standing with her back to me, talking to a tall brunette man. He wore a leather jacket over a grey hoodie that covered his brown hair swooped upwards. Although my mother spoke in a hushed voice, hoarse from all her years of juuling, I overheard her conversation with the strange man.

"No Lyeeam, you can't eat my daughter! Her father Onyx told me that he needs her to take over ISIS when she's ready" My mother told the man.

I started to stir, hoping that my mother wouldn't notice that I was already awake and listening to her conversation. The man Liyeam then ran out of the alleyway and I sat up to look at my mother.

"Hurry up Mclaklee! It's your first day of sixth grade today!" She shouted at me. I hated going to school, my only class was 'Communism of the 20th Century' and the only thing we did was recite Karl Marx's Communist Manifesto and do step-up Zumba to the national anthem of the Korean Empire.

I got out of my blue MEC Centaurus Junior 0C Sleeping Bag insulated with synthetic HyperLoft that contains recycled fibres, outer shell fabric is Pertex Quantum nylon with a DWR treatment to shed moisture, lining is nylon, regular size has good draw cords that are operable with one hand, 3/4 length YKK zipper helps trim the weight, 2 hanging loops on the foot end, and includes a stuff sack and a home storage sack. My mother couldn't afford to buy me pyjamas so I was already wearing my school clothes which included a Brandy Melville baby blue tie-up halter top (fun fact, when I walked into the store and started looking at the tops the employees started oinking at me and saying that I was too fat of a pig to be wearing their clothes, when I went to pay the cashier slapped me in the face saying she was trying to hit the fat off of me), and light-wash ripped Garage jeans with chunky Fila dinostompers. I found a piece of broken glass on the floor of the alleyway and stared at my reflection. My dazzling sapphire orbs with flecks of turquoise and cerulean glimmered back at me. Although rats frequently nested with me in my sleeping bag, my hair was perfectly straight and needed no maintenance.

Life was like this everyday, ever since my mother disrespected our old neighbours who happened to be in the Hell's Angels gang we had to live on the streets. All her attempts to join different mafias didn't work because although we looked vaguely Mediterranean we couldn't pass as Italian. So we were homeless. Even so, I put my Fjallraven Kanken backpack from Urban Outfitters over my small shoulders because I didn't care about the slave labour or blatant racism that's displayed everyday at UO.

I trudged through the alleyway and onto the streets of Pennsylvania, still smelling the fumes of my mother's now burnt juul pods. I thought about the man that she was talking to earlier. Lieyeamn? I'd never seen him before. He was so pale, his face looked sunken in. And he had Edward Cullen-esque features. But he couldn't be....

That's crazy. But he did remind me of someone. One of the boys in that boyband, gosh I couldn't even remember their names, I'm so quirky and different. Returning to real life after being lost in my thoughts I look up to see a car headed straight towards me!

Suddenly darkness....