Insecurities turn brighter

I'm the one that sits at the front, but know one sees. I'm the one that talks, but know one listens. I'm the one that thinks, but know own understands. I'm michaela. My family call me miki. I have been called many things. There is a word for people like me. Insecure. But in a short future, it will all change when I go to London for end of year 12 celebration... And meet the one and only ONE DIRECTION!!!!!

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1. Me in London?!?!

Miki's POV

 

I'm don't have any issues. I'm a normal 17 year old. I'm not popular though. I am in the middle of my last period of my last class of my last day of high school. I'm the one who is right there, but know one sees. I'm the one who talks, but know one listens. I'm the one who thinks, but know one understands. According to other people, I'm a slut, a bitch, an idiot and fat. You name it, I've been called it. I don't smoke, drink, do drugs or anything. I am a virgin. I told you I'm normal. But other people don't see it. I know I have a bit of a weight problem... I'm about 45kg. That's 99 pounds. I'm trying to fix it though. I haven't eaten in 26 hours and counting. My parents would care if they found out, but they work constantly. Just as I was thinking about a massive donut right now, my only friend jazzy passed me a note. I read it to myself. It read 'come to London for vacation this afternoon?'. Just what I needed. A vacation. Just another excuse for my parents to not see my red wrists or my sticking out bones. Perfect. But Is she kidding? It's bait late notice! Alwell. I'll just leave and take the punishment... What could possibly happen? Stupidest question of my life. Just after I finished drawing a picture on my workbook of my favourite band, One Direction,the bell rang. Everyone jumped up screaming. High school is finally over. Lets hope it's uphill for me from here... 

 

1 HOUR LATER

 

I was just about finished packing for London when my Kiss You ringtone went off. That must be Jazzy!! I answered. 

 

Jazzy: HEY BEAUTIFUL!! (She screamed it so loud I had to talk my phone away from my ear)

Me: Hey girl! Pick me up in 10 minutes and ill be waiting out the front!

Jazzy: ALRIGHT!! SEE YOU THEN GIRLFRIEND!!! 

 

*end call*

 

i aware she's gonna get me deft one day. Anyway, I went and put my blond hair up in a messy bun, applied very thick make up and started wheeling my suitcase out to the front. The second I got out there I flung my hands over my big stomach praying that no cars going by would be staring at my massive belly flubber. About 10 seconds later I saw Jasmine in a cab come up and put my bag in the back,practically dragging me!! I was so exited! 

 

'Hey Jazzy, what are we gonna do in London?'

'Well I thought we could go to the malls there and get some merch. And there's one of these awesome restaurants I wanted to try there for ages'.

Oh no.

'Maybe we shouldn't go to the restaurant Jazzy...'

'she looked at me like I was crazy. She ate food constantly but couldn't seem to get any bigger. At all. She is the size of a twig I tell you!!

After the rest of the cab ride in silence, we finally arrived at the Brisbane, Australian airport. bout to make our way to London. I was exited. But not for long. Turns out, the airport made a mistake and we couldn't sit together :( I can't believe it!!! I was seriously bummed. Literally, 5 seconds later, a girl about 18 just bumped into me from the side. I was on the floor. Of the airport. Surrounded by what sounded like at least one hundred screaming girls around me. Life sucks. And worst part, I can't move my arm. That's right. I can't even hide my belly, my cuts or my burns. They are all on show for the world to see. All of a sudden I heard a loud but vain yell. Not a girl voice though... A mans voice. 'Shut up! You think your our fans but if you liked us, you wouldn't hurt other people to get to us' then I heard the most adorable Irish accent that nearly made me melt on the spotlight there and then. 'Please, somebody help!' Then I felt myself being picked up in the most comfortable cradling position by a person whom I don't know. But I feel something.. Not skin. Oh great. Blood. Rushing out my side faster than a volcano. Fantastic. Note the sarcasm... Then black.

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