out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 1

MELANIE RICHARDS

I take a look from my head to toe before leaving the room. My dark brunette straight hair seems frizzy without brushing it right--probably the last thing I'd do this morning. My pale tan skin looks a little dry and dull. The dark circles below my redden eyes are revealing.

I groan at myself and cuss at my reflection. I touch up my face with a simple makeup and straighten my hair. But still, the devil beneath my eyes are crazy, like they are about to eat my whole face off. I had a lack of sleep in these few days.

I bite my bottom lip as I stare down to my reflection. My eyes dart to my left. I look behind and walk towards the paint of a vase my dad gave me before he left. White pale rose. I still don't get it. Why would he gave me a silly painting? I don't need a silly flower painting, I need a god-damn dad. I roll my eyes and hurry myself to the stairs.

"Morning, Lenny." My uncle calls me out from behind.

"Mornin', Carl." I reply back. When my dad left, Carl has been there since. He spent almost his busy days just to take care of my mom. She was a wreck back then.

I step out of the stairs and scoot to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk. I look over to Carl who is sitting on the counter, taking a sip of his coffee while reading a newspaper.

Carl is quite of a rich guy. He's a lawyer. A fine lawyer. And my mom, she works as an employee. I grab the milk bottle out of the refrigerator and pour it down to my glass. I close the steel door and take a sip of the cold water down to my throat.

NIALL HORAN

I open my eyes and feel my eyes are fuzzy and my head is throbbing. I blink rapidly and take a breath. Shit. I say to myself as I smell my bad breath. I sit up and try to remember what had happened last night. Fraternity Party. Alcohol. Drugs.

I look around the dirty room. I'm sitting on a couch. A couple bodies are laying on the floor, probably 2 or 3 are laying on the tables and another couches. I look over to a naked girl laying on the ground. I quickly stand up and grab the comforter from my couch and cover her bare body as she stretches her body unconsciously.

I shove my hands down to my pocket and reach my car keys. Fortunately, it's still there. I keep my pace to be quiet and run a little to the front door and keep my eyes out of the dirt and the bodies. As I reach the front door, I take a look on the mirror that hangs on the wall. My redden eyes and the circles beneath my eyes are popping that it's almost look like a bruise. Like someone had punched me right below my eyes.

I look at my tank and it tored up a bit. It's one of my favourite US flag tank. And ontop of that, my dark jeans is filled up with alcohol which is only can be washed by hands. Thank God they didn't ruin my Supra sneakers.

I shake my head and fix my hair as I step out of the door. The air is so fresh and wide. I shove and grab my phone out of my pocket. 6:40 a.m. I quickly rush myself to my white SUV and drive myself to my apartment.Luckily, I only have a class to go in 2 hours so I can get myself a coffee. As I arrive shortly at my apartment, I lead myself to the kitchen and make myself a coffee.

MELANIE RICHARDS

It's almost lunch time, and sooner or later, I'm going to starve myself and eat the heads of the kids in this room. Oh. Not Mrs. Parker. She will scare the shit out of me before I do. I mean, she's the meanest woman I've ever met. One thing that looks funny is her unshaped eyebrows. It's round and too dark to match with her ginger hair. I chuckle at myself as I stare at her creepy face rambling around stuffs about the history which I don't acknowlege of.

"What does it called? Ms. Richards?" Mrs. Parker's thick american accent fills the room as the rest of the class turns their heads on me.The heads I pictured I'd eat if I starve to death.

My pulse raises up and down as I see the tense of other's faces on me. I look down at my book I doodled earlier.

"Ms. Richards. You tell me, why were you laughing at yourself for no reason while the other kids are paying attention?" Her tone is serious that I manage myself not to freak out.

"Sorry Mrs. Parker, I- I was just-"

"She was laughing at me, Mrs. Parker. I was shitting with her." Miles answers for me as he keeps his sight on Mrs. Parker's face.

"Language, Mr. Teller." She scolds.

"I'm sorry, I was joking." He shrugs.

"Then what does it called? The civil war called back in 1861?"

"Well, I don't know. Ask Obama." He shrugs and makes the other kids laugh. He shifts his head to me and wink.

I mouth Thankyou and laugh.

a/n:

please have faith in me <3