Choose your own One Direction Adventure

Your POV:

I throw my hands up like my mom could see it, and storm downstairs, “What’s the matter honey?”

“Nothing.” I grumble and place my little butt down on the chair, grabbing the food.

My dad eyed me with my bad table manors as my mom smothered me with her smiles, “You look awfully cute today.”

I couldn’t stay mad at that, “Thanks mom. I wanted to try something different today.”

“Well it is a good different.” She beamed, as my dad shook his head slightly, reading his newspaper.

I placed my fork down, grabbing the bright red apple and left the room, “Are you gonna finish your food?” my mom yelled at me.

“No mom! Just gonna eat this apple!” I tossed it in the air and catch it, walking up the stairs to get the rest of my stuff.

I grab a purse quickly to match my outfit; a small ruffled up blue purse and ran down the rest of the stairs, almost tripping on my heels on the last step.

I hurried out the door and made my way to school. I kept glancing down at my cell phone checking the time every few seconds, nervous as hell that I was going to be late and get some sort of detention.

I checked one last time, and saw: 8:59.

Shit! I had one minute to make it to class on time. I could just barely see the school in front of me, nobody to be seen outside.

I took a deep breath and made a run for it in my heels. I probably made about 10 yards, when my heels gave in and there I fell, like a huge tree crashing upon the floor.

“Holy shit! You just totally ate it!” I heard someone erupt into laughter behind me.

Tell the person to “Fuck off!” Go to chapter 49: Fuck Off

Tell the person to “Help please?” Go to chapter 50: Begging for Help

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