Our Faults Make Us Who We Are - One Direction Comp.

Have you ever thought to yourself that you weren’t good enough? That you weren’t pretty enough? Have you ever thought that life is unfair? I have, I am and I will think that for my whole life. I then become optimistic for at least half a second and think on the positive side; a side where everything seems lighter and brighter. A side where bunnies hop around freely with cartoon smiles on their face and rainbows actually have pots of gold at the end. Then that glimpse of what I want fades into reality, and once again I have nothing. I am nothing.

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1. Chapter 1

Have you ever thought to yourself that you weren’t good enough? That you weren’t pretty enough? Have you ever thought that life is unfair? I have, I am and I will think that for my whole life. I then become optimistic for at least half a second and think on the positive side; a side where everything seems lighter and brighter. A side where bunnies hop around freely with cartoon smiles on their face and rainbows actually have pots of gold at the end. Then that glimpse of what I want fades into reality, and once again I have nothing. I am nothing.

I stare into my floor length mirror, covered in pictures of my mom and me, and think to myself yet again that I am the ugliest girl on the planet. I turn to my side and glance over my shoulder to stare at my butt. It looks huge and oddly shaped not fitting into my dark blue skinny jeans properly. I let out a huge sigh just as my older brother I assumed walked by my doorway. I whipped my head back facing the door and saw his blond hair flash past in the hallway. My phone beeped in my pocket and I slid it out of my back pocket and squinted at the screen with my beady eyes. New update on Twitter my phone read. I clicked on the message and a picture of a girl staring at her butt popped out at me. I zoomed in closer to see who she was and it was me! I was mortified but then I read the caption and almost died, it read: Wow her ego is bigger than her butt! I would stare at that butt all day!! It was posted forty-five seconds ago by my brother. I honestly should have known it would be him. My brother, Lennon, was forever doing crazy things to humiliate me and ruin my life. Tears burned in my eyes as the embarrassing picture of me already had fifty no wait sixty no wait seventy-five likes.

I threw my phone against the wall and slid down against my mirror; scattering photos everywhere. I started to cry. It was bad enough that I was bullied at school and now even at my own house too. I started to calm down and just let the tears slide down my freckled cheeks. ‘I have to get out of here’ I thought while pushing myself up against the mirror. I wiped my wet cheeks with the back of my pale hand and ran out into the hall. I could hear my sibling in the next bedroom playing video games; war games most likely. I slipped down the stairs, grabbed my dark brown leather jacket and black moccasins and raced out the door; not glancing back at my small bungalow once. I bolt down the street, my feet pounding against the sidewalk.

As I headed off the end of my street into the next one I slowed down to a brisk pace and quickly put on my moccasins and leather jacket in one quick motion. When I finally got my heart rate back to its normal speed I had now a bigger problem: where do I go? I cut down the side street I was heading up to and climbed the fence to the forest behind it. I jumped off the top of the chain link fence and landed on the dirt path with a grunt. I stood straight up and wiped off my now dusty blue skinny jeans with the palms of my hands. The clouds above me were moving in closer and very fast turning from their fluffy white to a hard gray in a matter of seconds. I ignored them and headed down the path but felt something wet fall on top of my strawberry blond hair. I lifted my hand to pat the top of head but felt more wet drops hit my head, faster now. I looked up and got drenched by the pouring rain shattering onto me in buckets. I groaned and started to sprint down the path at full speed. I tripped over a root and fell down onto my face rolling over a few times before getting up. I looked around in awe realizing that I had no idea where I was; it was pitch black outside and each tree looked the same, I don’t even think I was on the path anymore. I started panicking but then squinted towards some light at the end of the forest and I saw a black lamp post. I sighed in relief knowing that I wasn’t completely lost. All of the sudden a body slammed into me and I was knocked down again. I groaned as every part of my body hurt and I choked up some spit. I spat on the ground and turned my head to the side to see a boy’s body slowly getting up off the ground. He glanced over and gasped reaching towards me with his muscled hand.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay?” He asked while continuing to apologise repeatedly.

“It’s okay. I’m fine.” I said quickly before he had a heart attack of apologising too much. I grabbed his hand for support as he lifted me up to my feet. The boy was about my age or maybe a few years older with very curly brown hair and piercing green orbs staring intently into mine as if searching to see if I’m actually okay or lying.

“I’m fine” I repeated to reassure him. It seemed to me that he believed me because he finally let go of my hand and dropped it to his side. We just stared at each other awkwardly before I broke the silence.

“Why are you out here?” I asked as casually as I could because you know when you knock into someone in the middle of a forest, soaking wet, in the middle of a storm you are supposed to act casual.

“I could be asking you the same question love” He replied with a smug look on his face.

“Ok if you really want to know I was running away from my miserable life” I muttered quietly.

“Here let me take you to my house to get you cleaned up” He insturcted not hearing what I said.

“Thank you” I said whole-heartedly. He took my hand and I blushed fiercely glad for the dark so he couldn’t see me.  The strange but cute boy led me to the edge of the forest and I breathed a sigh of relief. The rain had gone down to a drizzle and I was soaked, covered in dirt and with a cute boy holding my hand.

“I know this is weird because I just met you but will you be my valentine?” The guy asked while looking at me with curious eyes. I had no cl- then it hit me like a slap across the face, it was Valentine’s Day and I was so caught up in my miseries that I hadn’t noticed. This boy didn’t even know me but he was kind enough to ask me. I started crying again in spite of myself. The guy put his arm around me and shushed me. He put his arms on my shoulders after and stared right into my chocolate brown eyes.

“I don’t know you. I don’t know your past or your future. But I do know not to judge you. I also know that you are stronger than whoever did this to you. The last thing I know is that you are beautiful and deserve someone and something to make you feel better” He explained to me. I looked at him with a shocked expression plastered on my face. He kissed my forehead gently and wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. I let go a few minutes later.

“Thank you” I said but that was all that was needed. This guy didn’t need an explanation, he was just being nice. We crossed the street and starting walking towards the huge red bricked house in front of me.

“So will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Will you be my valentine? You know you want to” He said in a high sing-song voice.

“Well maybe, are you just doing this to be nice? Not that I care anyway since you probably are… I’m a loser!”

“You are not!”

“Yes I am!”

“Are not”

“Are to”

“Are not”

“Are to”

“Are not”

“Are to” I smiled inwardly because I could do this all day; I have a brother.

"What if I asked you to be my friend?" He raised his eyebrows high up on his forehead. It was Valentine's Day, a day for love but right now a friend was all that was needed.

“Sure” I smiled for the first time that day and we made our way up his wood porch. I stopped and sat down on his cushioned chair while he stood in front of me with his hands in his jean pockets. I suddenly remembered something.

“Hey I forget … my name is Delta”

“Nice to meet you Delta, my name is Harry…..”

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