Hi. My name is Rylee. Unlike most stories, I'm not going to suck you in by a catchy title, or a dramatic entry like "On a cold, winter night, that's when my mother died." Mostly because my mother died in a car accident during a summer day. So that doesn't make much sense for me to put that to begin with. You could say I'm a badass. Or you could say I'm an attention seeker. So, before you make one of those judgements like some of the bitches at my school. Why don't I describe myself to you.
I'm 5 foot 2 inches. Yes, short. Wanna know a secret? I haven't grown since 5th grade. And I'm 17 now. Anyway, I don't wear too much makeup, but I wear enough to cover up my dark circles under my eyes. I don't get acne, knock on wood. I'm kind of a loner. I hang out with weird people, older people actually. My dad says it's my way of coping with my mother's death. My mum has been dead for 15 years. I can't keep coping about a death that I don't even remember. I live with my dad and my 2 younger half sisters. My ex stepmum left without a word 4 years ago and left my dad full custody of the girls. Thank God. She was a bitch. Maggie is 12 and Lauranne is 10. My dad's name is Jeff. But I call him Dad. Maggie's nickname is Cheeky and Lauranne's is Lakey. Cheeky because Maggie has always had a thing for Cheeks, and Lauranne's because she was concieved on a lake and everybody things that is so funny. I personally find it disgusting.
Oh! I forgot one thing. I have a boyfriend. His name is Niall. Niall Horan. He's the funniest, cutest, and most down to Earth guy you'll ever know. But here's another thing. I never see him because he's one of the five members of the band One Direction. OH, one more. I'm pregnant, but it's not his child... It's another one of the band member's... Harry Styles. Call me a whore, I don't care. We were all drunk one night... and well I'm not going to go into dirty detail. But things got a little wild and crazy. I haven't told anybody. Not even my best friend Jamie. He's gay. I love him. If he was straight though, he'd be one sassy son of a bitch. The thing is, I don't even know if I want to have this baby. I've always had a dream of going away to college and become a lawyer. But if I have this baby, those dreams are down the drain. Not only my dreams, but Harry's too. Possibly Niall's. You're probably wondering how I know for sure that it's Harry's sperm. Well, Niall and I haven't had sex before. He wants to wait until we're married... If that's going to happen now. We've been together for 2 years!! How could I be so stupid into having sex with Harry of all guys? I love Harry. But... He can be a bit on the odd side.
Oh, wait. I'm leaving out something aren't I? How I know One Direction? Right. Okay. It was a dark night... I was in an alley waiting for the rain to light up... Then before me, I see 6 dark shadowy figures. I got scared and started running and running and running. Then... BAM! One of them gets hit by a car and dies. That's why there's only 5 now. Okay. Totally kidding. I work at the local Nando's in London. And I guess they love eating here, I don't know exactly. I would see all 5 of them come in all the time. Eventually I just asked why they come in here everyday at noon. The older one, Louis, says " Niall gets the munchies." And right then and there. I fell in love. No. I didn't. Totally opposite. I thought they were all a bit weird at first. Until I actually talked to them. They were pretty cool. Zayn always asked what hair products I used. It was weird, but I told him. Louis always hit on the other waitress, Eleanor. But she's gone to work at Hollister now. Pretty bitch. Liam has a girlfriend. So, she always tagged along. We've become cool, me and Danielle. She's a bit high maintenance though, compared to me. Harry was the one I liked at first, but then he started looking at my boobs all the time and I got a bit uncomfortable. Especially when he called them 'mammaries;. Not entirely sure what those are. Niall. Oh, Niall. Baby I love you. But you eat so much. That's all I have to say about you.
I have an appointment at 11:30 to see if I actually am pregnant. Those home pregnancy tests aren't always accurate, so we'll see. I'm nervous as hell. But I'll be fine. I mean, there's always abortion... Right?