Falling Feathers

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  • Published: 24 Aug 2013
  • Updated: 25 Aug 2013
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Raven Gray. Broken. Unnoticed. Wistful. One Direction were her idols. She looked up to them. She loved them. She dreamed of meeting them. What happens when she does? Will something happen that will just tip her over the edge?


2. Dreams Coming True


My alarm clock obnoxiously woke me up at 6:00 am. Rolling out of bed I padded across the wooden floorboards to the bathroom. After showering, I put my long hair up and pulled on an over-sized navy blue sweater, skinny jeans and white vans. I grabbed an apple from the kitchen and quickly scribbled down the rest of my math homework. Heading out the door, I put my earphones in and pressed the button for the elevator.

 As I was waiting, a boy who looked a bit older than me came to wait for the elevator too. As we got inside, I noticed that he kept looking at me funny. Not as in I've got something on my face or as in he was checking me out, no guy would ever check me out, but as if he was pitying me. Probably because the contrast between my large jumper and skinny jeans made me look even more anorexic. Oh well. With no time to dwell on it, I hopped out of the elevator on the ground floor of my apartment complex and headed off to school.

 As it came into sight, I sighed. It was so depressing having happy teenagers laughing and having fun all around me, leaving me sinking into the depths of the dark whirlpool of depression. I've thought about suicide many times. But I always end up talking myself out of it. One Direction have been such an influence on that. They always inspire me to keep striving on and everything. Speaking of One Direction, I've entered this contest to win a lunch trip with the boys. The results were supposed to be coming out this afternoon.

The first bell rung as I reached my locker. After I had grabbed my stuff, I headed to my first class and slid into my seat at the back of the classroom. Just in time too as the second bell rung that instant and the teacher strode in. Mr Vago was an English teacher and was super hot! All the girls in the school practically swooned whenever he was around. I guess it wasn't too weird considering he was still pretty young. Only about 23 or 24 I reckon.

The lunch bell rang and I slowly gathered up my books, waiting for everyone else to file out of the classroom first so I didn't get trampled or anything. “You okay Ms Gray?” Mr Vago had walked up to my desk and was leaning against it. “Hmm?” I asked. “You seemed a little…distracted today. Is everything alright?” he asked, concerned. “Oh. Y-yeah I-I’m fine.” I mumbled. Most girls would have been flustered because of his hotness but I was having a mini freak out that he was going to discover my secret: that I had depression. I quickly walked out of the room before he could ask me anything else.




Once I had arrived home, I grabbed all my mail and went into my kitchen. I plopped myself down and sifted through all the envelopes. “Bills, bills, bank statement, more bills,” I muttered under my breath. “Starbucks coupon, bills, One Direction prize, bills. Wait WHAT?!” 


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