Changed My Life (COMPLETED)

17 year old Emily is a nobody. Her brother lives in America, her mother passed away and her dad abuses her. Her only friend is Cass, who works with her at McDonalds. What happens when the new kid asks to sit next to Emily in class? What happens when they become friends and maybe more? Harry Styles, you changed my life.

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2. Tumblr is my life.

I crawl back to my room and lie on my bed in pain. I lift up my shirt to see if the kick caused any visible damage and not to my surprise, I see a huge bruise forming around many others on my stomach. I put my shirt down and cry. I don’t know why my dad’s like this, he just is. Once upon a time, he used to actually love me. I used to know what having a nice father was like. But that was a year ago and this is now.

 

I reach for my laptop, which is sitting on my bed, and decide to go on tumblr. Whenever I’m having an extra-bad day or whenever I’m feeling extra-lonely, I log onto tumblr and update my blog. It’s One Direction themed and I have a lot of followers – surprisingly. I don’t know why there are so many nice people on tumblr and there aren’t any in real life. It sucks. Anyway, back to my blog! It’s filled with anything and everything one direction related and I always have messages in my ‘ask’ box asking me to follow people and stuff. I’m a massive directioner. I have posters all up on my walls and I have loved them since their X-Factor auditions. The only problem is that my posters are a year old because my father doesn’t buy me anything that isn’t necessary for me to survive (apart from clothes, food and other necessities). My favourites are Harry and Zayn.

 

After spending about 2 hours on tumblr, I log off and get in my work uniform. Yes I know. ‘Why do I have a job if I have a terrible dad?’. I only have one so I can pay for his alcohol. The left over money I save for me, so I can buy myself things like a computer and a phone. I grab my iPhone 5, sunglasses, and purse and leave the house. My father knows my work schedule so he can keep track of whether I’m at work or if I’ve ran away. I know, he’s crazy. Literally.

 

As I’m taking my 15 minute walk to work to McDonald’s, I think of what it would be like if I had my own life away from my father. If only I was 18, I could run away and rent my own apartment. He couldn’t force me to come home because I would be old enough to make my own decisions. As I enter McDonald’s, I make a mental note to not think about it too much because it would never be possible.

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