Your little things

The freak. The fat girl. The girl who cuts her wrists. The girl with acne. The girl that no one wants to be friends with. The girl who loves a 'gay' boyband. The girl that nobody likes. The girl that can't afford fancy clothes. That's me. Alayna Harper, 18 years old. 10 years ago, my parents died in a car accident. I was devastated. Can you imagine? Your whole family dying, when you're 8. I now live with my aunt. Who is terrible. All she does is smoke, drink and watch TV. I have to work at McDonald's, just to keep us alive. I get bullied in school, I mean, why would anyone want to be friends with me? I'm the weird girl.

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5. I take care of you

I opened the door quietly, and stept inside the black house. I got welcomed home by the TV and loud snoring. I took of my shoes and walked into the living room. There she was, my aunt. On the table stood about 10 empty bottles and a full ashtray. I sighed as I walked up the stairs, why did my life have to suck?

Saturday. No school, thankfully. But I still had Louis's clothes to drop of. I had to walk to school anyway, to get my bike. I sighed, grabbed Louis's clothes and headed down the stairs. "Alayna?" I heard a creeky voice say as I was in the kitchen, preparing my sandwich. "Mhm?" I said, not really bothered. "Can you... can you hand me a beer?" "Why don't you just get it yourself?" I raised my voice slightly. "I let you live under my roof, I take care of you, and this is the thank you give me? And don't you talk to me like that you little slut." She said with an angry voice. Anger bubbled up in my chest as I stomped inside the livivng room. "YOU DON'T TAKE CARE OF ME, IT'S BASICALLY MY HOUSE! I PAY THE RENT, I PAY THE FOOD, I HAVE A JOB. ALL YOU DO IS TO LAY ON THE COUCH ALL DAY, WATCHING TV, DRINKING AND SMOKING! And who's really the slut here huh? Don't you say that you take care of me. I take care of you." I stomped out in the kitchen, grabbed my sandwich and slammed the door behind me as I walked outside. I held Louis's clothes in a firm grip in my left hand as I ran to the school.

It was quite a way to Louis's house, but I didn't complain. I wasn't at home, at work or at school. Just free, and on my way to my idol's home, not too bad.

I stood infront of  Louis's house, it was, like yesterday, big and beautiful. I rang the doorbell. A 'ding-dong' sound streamed through the house. I patiently waited. But no one came. I rang once again, nothing. I layed down the clothes on the doorstep and  took up a piece of paper and a pen from my pocket.

Louis

I would like to thank you once again. Thank you for standing up for me at McDonald's. Thank you for inviting me to your home. Thank you for letting me use your shower and borrow your clothes. Thank you for everything. I came by, like I said I would, to drop your clothes of. But nobody answered the door, so I'm leaving you with this note instead. I wish you all the luck in the future. Thank you.

Alayna.

I left the note on the clothes and cycled away.

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