Stole My Heart

Hi my name is Anysha and I'm 18 years old. I'm not a normal teenager, I have 1 friend named Emilie she's 19 nearly 20 but she's the only one that cares for me. I don't have a boyfriend but i want one. I'm not pretty at all i have wavey blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Emilie has beautiful long wavey brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She's the prettiest girl I know and all the boys flirt with her. Emilie is obsessed with the band One Direction and i couldn't care less who they are or what they do but i pretent I like them only for Emilie. (But will that change when she goes to London with Emilie on a holiday or will she stay the same?)


1. Intro

Hi my name is Anysha Paige Grossman, I'm 18 years old and my best friend is Emilie May Yardley.I'm not the prettiest gir in the world in fact im one of the ugliest with my dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Emilie is the prettiest girl I know and all the boys flirt with her. She has beautiful wavey brown hair with her chocolate brown eyes. I'm an only child but I'm with Emilie most days. Oh did i mention Emilie is like the cheekiest person in the world, just to let you know and i live with only with my mum. I've lived with my mum ever since my dad died in a car crash when I was 11. Ever since then I can't stop thinking about it, it was all my fault. I was arguing with my dad and there was a red light and a truck ran into us. I was unconsious for 2 hours and when I woke up my dad was dead. I bawled my eyes out for days, I wouldn't talk to anyone and I wouldn't eat. Emilie is crazy for the band knowen as One Direction but honestly i couldn't care less about them. Her bedroom is covered in One Direction posters and my bedroom is covered in nothing. Anyway soon it's Emilie and my annual holiday, we're going to London and we are sooooo exited we can't wait. I was just about to call my cousin Sophie to tell her the plans when Emilie called me. "hello Emilie" I said "hi Anysha, theres kinda been a change of plans" "what?" "we aren't goin to London next week" "what, why?" "um we aren't going next week because we are going tomorrow" then all I could hear was beeps meaning she hung up. Oh My God we can't go tomorrow, how am i supposed to get ready in time. Oh crap I need to pack, "Mum I'm going to London tomorrow just to let you know, can you help me pack?" I yelled down the stairs from my room. "Why the hell are you going tomorrow we had plans you know and whats the magic word" my mum yelled from the kitchen. "gaaaa please mother would you help me pack for my trip tomorrow?" i yelled after groaning. "Of coarse sweatie how long are you going for?" "Two months I think, so i will be back for my birthday" " cool"

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