Taken

Em is abused by her dad and one day she has enough of it. She runs away to her brother Niall. (This is when 1D aren't famous)

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14. Bad day

I ran into the school and ran down the hall to my class. I slipped in quietly, hoping that no one would notice. As I slipped into the empty desk next to Ali, the whole class turned around. The teacher turned around and glared at me.

"Well it looks like someone finally decided to join us. I hope that you have a good excuse for being late," the teacher said. I cursed under my breath, I couldn't say that I spent the night with my boyfriend. People would think I was a bad word.

"Yes sir," I said. "I was at my friends house and we stayed up all night then fell asleep and over slept," I said, avoiding that the 'friend' was actually was my boyfriend. As long as he didn't ask who I was with then I should be clear.

"I see." the teacher said. "And who is your friend, because I can tell you that Ali wasn't late, and as I can see it, she's your only friend. So please answer truthfully. Who were you with?" he asked as he walked back to my desk.

"Um, Louis Tomlinson," I whispered hoping that no one would hear but everyone did. The whole class's eyes grew big and I heard someone whisper that I was with the hot rich boy. I laughed a bit under my breath.

"Louis Tomlinson eh? That trouble maker? He's no good," the teacher said. "Him and all his friends," I glared at the teacher.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I hoped that the teacher would change his answer.

"You heard me. That lot of boys are nothing but trouble, I wouldn't hang out with them. They're always up to something," the teacher said again.

"Those are my friends, and one of those trouble makers is my brother," I said as I stood up. "And no one makes fun of my brother or my friends," The teacher looked at me and laughed.

"Excuse me? Are you telling me that I shouldn't talk about them?" he asked.

"Yes I am!" I shouted. "Now take all that back. My brother and friends are good people!" I shouted. The teacher walk back up to his desk and pulled out a pink sheet of paper. He wrote something on it then walked back and handed it to me. I looked down at the paper. In big bold letters was the word Detention. "Your giving me detention for standing up in what I believe?" I yelled.

"Yes, and I suggest that you leave now," the teacher said as he walked back up to the class and started teaching. I picked up my backpack and slowly walked out of the class room. I looked down at the note.

Detention;

Reason: Talking back shouting and not a good excuse for being late.

Teacher: Mr. Rowley

I looked at the paper. I felt my face go red as I crumpled up the paper and threw it across the hallway. I leaned up against a locker and started to cry. I slid down to the ground and buried my face in my knees. I looked up as I heard someone walking down the hall. I swore again. It was a hall monitor. He'd be wondering why I wasn't in class. I stood up and wiped away my tears. The hall monitor bent down and picked up my crumpled up Detention slip and handed it to me.

"Is this your?" she asked. I nodded. "And why aren't you in detention?" she questioned.

"Because the teacher is an idiot," I said and instantly regretted it. The hall monitor pulled out another pink slip, wrote something on it, and handed it to me.

"Now do you need help getting to detention? Or can I trust you to find it yourself?" she asked.

"I can find it," I mumbled. I looked down at the paper.

Detention:

Reason: Not being in detention. Calling a teacher stupid. Skipping class

Teacher: Hall Monitor

Great, now I had two hours of detention. I slowly walked down the hall and stopped at the large door that led into the detention room. I opened the door slowly and could hear all the screaming kids. I walked in and handed the two notes to the teacher that was in the room. I grabbed the notes and looked at them then at me.

"Well go sit down," he said gruffly.

He seemed really rude. I looked around and saw a bunch of kids, about 30. Some were have arm wrestling competitions. Others were punching each other, and some were sitting on top of desks singing, tapping on the desks, or playing guitar. I looked around and found a empty desk. I sat down in it and laid my head on the desk. I tried to drown out the noise but to no avail. I looked up and looked out the nearby window. I saw a grey car drive by, then a few minutes later it drove by again. 'They must be lost.' I thought to myself. After a few more minutes, the same car drove by again. I looked away quickly thinking that it might be Phil. I watched the bigger kids that were arm wrestling. One of the kids looked familiar. He must have caught me staring cause he walked over.

"What do you want?" he asked as he leaned over me. He smelled very strongly of cigarette smoke. I coughed a bit and leaned away as far as I could go.

"Nothing, you just looked familiar," I said. The boy looked satisfied and walked back over to the competition.

I looked back out the window just as the grey car stopped in front of the large gates. A man got out of the car and I thought it was Phil. 'No, it can't be. Phil wouldn't know that I'm here.' I thought. I stood up and put my face against the window to see closer. As the man passed underneath he looked up. It was Phil. I gasped and quickly pulled out my phone. I walked over to the corner of the room and called the first name I thought of, Liam. As I waited for him to pick up, my foot started tapping just like it always did when I was scared.

"Emily, aren't you suppose to be in school? Whats wrong?" Liam asked when he picked up.

"Listen Liam, I need you to call the boys and the cops as soon as I'm off the phone," I instructed.

"Why? What's going on?" Liam asked.

"Phil just walked into the school. I don't think I have enough time to call the others. Help me please Liam?" I pleaded.

"Yea of coarse," Liam said. I quickly hung up the phone just as an office aid walked into the room, handed the teacher a note, and left. I stared intently at the teacher.

"Emily Crispen, your father is cheeking you out," the teacher said as he looked up at me. "I thought your last name was Horan?" the teacher asked. I gulped.

"It is, Crispen is my dad's last name," I said as I walked out the door to face Phil...

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