Are You The One?

This story unfolds about a girl name Mackenzie that moves to a private school. She met these 5 unbelievably cute guys that were called One Direction. The leader of the group, Harry Styles, was the meanest of them all and would "bully" Mackenzie. She soon get to know these boys and gets close to one of them. When she first met them, Niall was the one who caught her eyes first. As the story continues, she soon realizes "Is he really the one?"...

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1. A New Home

   Mackenzie was a 18 year old girl who had a struggled life. Her parents never got along and she was bullied at school every day. She would listen to her parents fight endlessly, each one blaming one another over silly things. At school, people would call her names and tell her to go die in a hole. She wanted to run away from all of this hatred yet she couldn't, she was trapped in this never ending hell. But one day....Things took an unexpected twist...

    Every morning I would wake up to the sound of my dad screaming,his voice was my alarm clock,but today was different he wasn't screaming at me because of anger but excitement.We were moving to a new home,in a new city,to start a new life. "Mackenzie! Go start packing your things. We're moving. Today is the day we start all over and begin a new life in California." his voice boomed, leaving a chilling echo. I let my mind sink in those precious words that my dad had just spoken. Is this actually happening? Am I starting a new life? I guess so. I ripped the bed sheets off of me and sprang out of my bed to start packing. Just to think I was stuck living in this hell yesterday when there was a perfectly good house waiting for me in California filled with new wonders including a new private school. 

    I finished packing my bags and headed downstairs. When I got downstairs, my dad looked at me with a shocking look. I looked down at my body to see what he was staring at. I came to the realization that I was in such a rush that I hadn't even brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, took a morning shower, or changed out of my pajama's. Oh well. "Well look who's excited to move." my dad said joyfully. That was the first time I have ever seen him happy. I didn't even know he could still smile. "Yeah, well I'm finally out of this stink hole. I'm ready to leave already like you said '..and start all over again'." I exclaimed. He gave me a smirky smile and walked away to finish packing his bags. I went to find my mom. She was awfully quiet this joyful morning. I found her in the kitchen, packing her favorite porcelain teacups with a sad look in her eyes."Whats wrong mom? Today should be a happy day for all of us." I asked suspiciously."Well this shabby little house contains so many memories."she said as she pointed to the spot where the couch had once been. She walked over, tears in her eyes and blurted out "This is where you took your first steps.And over here was where you had your first christmas." She walked over and knelt down."I just can't believe you guys are so happy about leaving this house.It's all we've ever had."she forced out. She was crying."Mom,you're acting like this house contains good memories." I walked over to the front door "Remember this spot? This is where they arrested dad last year after he hit you. Remember that?" I shouted "Remember all the nights I found you down here crying? How could you possibly love this house after all the pain it has caused all of this?" I said in a shaky breath.She just stared at me blankly as if nothing bad had ever happened in this cursed house."You're unbelievable" I scolded out. I stormed out of the house. I couldn't believe that she was getting so sentimental about this. I won't let her ruin this perfect moment, not this time. After a couple of minutes I decided to go back inside. I surveyed our tiny little house. I guess it did contain some precious memories but not enough to cherish little the less cry over. I guess this is goodbye hopefully forever.

   

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