A LIFE STORY

A LIFE STORY

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''A life story'' isn't the typical fanfiction we all are used to read. Actually it isn't a pure fiction, it's more a real story, our story. Being a directioner isn't simple at all. We always have to be the best for them, we have to break records for them, we have to stay awake until morning to watch them live, we have to approve everything they do, we have to get through all the drama and to be strong, because we love them. I am sure, that all of you are thinking 24/7 at your favourite one, you are imagining lots of fairy tales, you wish so bad to be closer to them, you are dreaming far away and back home. We make sacrifices for seeing them because it's our biggest wish, some of us are travelling the world for a concert or an event. And when the big day is coming you are the happiest, so happy that you are freaking out, and you prepare yourself, you try to be beautiful for them...the luckyest of us have the chance to take photos, to hug them...to heal they're scars a litte, I consider these are the ones that win. For some of us, the only chance is on a crowded stadion, where they look to everybody, but don't see anyone, I consider that they lose. But at the end of the day, even if you win or lose, you will consider yourself only a fan, because that's how they see you, one in millions. I don't agree! You, darling are a legend, you love 5 or recently 4 boys, unconditionally, even if they don't know you exist. If all I say here make you sad, forget about it, you have a chance to mean more for them, you have a chance to be loved by the most important people, you have the chance for everyhing. My name is Andra Dulea, and this is our possible story:
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I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself. To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy. I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things. I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically. I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.

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