1. Another minority.
Chapter 1 | This is a fan-fiction (obviously) about Michael Clifford. I hope you love it just as much as I will writing it. Bye lovelies xx
Grace's POV |
I woke up this morning with fear of him. He usually talked to me when I was never aware, but this morning he hadn't even noticed my presence, he never really did he was always the one to hurt me not physically but mentally put me down whenever he could, I'm pretty sure a father would never do this to his daughter, but mine did. I grabbed a cup from my kitchen cupboard and poured a hot steamy cup of caramel latte which my brother made early this morning. I hated when my brother Jason left early it always made it easier for my dad to have a go at me.
I sat down at the table sipping at my latte. I busied myself by moving around my school books for the day in my bag and shoving the money I had for food in my purse. I looked at my outfit, I picked out my light blue high waisted skinny jeans with my black short sleeved mid drift. I had my hair curled this morning as I really wasn't bothered with my hair but my blue dip dyed ends perfectly matched my beach blonde hair as it fell neatly onto my shoulders.
I never really had a mother or a mother figure in my life. My mother left when I was 8. She said she had to leave because this wasn't the life for her, but in all honesty we knew she ran away because of my dad. I looked up from my outfit to my dad looking at me with a pissed look on his face. "Well, who looks pretty over dressed today, a bit over done don't you think?" He said snickering as I titled my head to talk back. "I look fine" I said re-thinking my whole outfit. Hurt clearly visible in my voice. "GET to school, I don't want to see you" my dad said as he through his plate in the sink smashing as it hit the metal. I flinched as the glass broke. I quickly picked up my bag and slipped on my vans to leave my house as I didn't want to see what he would do next.
I walked to school as my family weren't all that rich. My father went to work when ever he pleased and usually lost his job. My brother Jason was the main supplier of money for our family as our dad never brought anything remotely contributing to our family. The walk to school was quite peaceful but was wrecked when the guys from school came honing down the road they slowly pulled up along side me as I saw the guy driving it. It was Ashton Irwin. One of the "Populars" basically. His hair curly and messy. His shirt always cut up as it was his look. He wasn't a bad guy it's just when he's with his friends. I was nothing but a Social Casualty to them.
"So Grace," he giggled as he smiled to his best friend Calum hood who sat smiling at the guys in the back who I couldn't quite see. "I never see you walk to school" he said smiling. "Well I'm surprise that you even notice a 'never to be seen with social casualty' like me" I said as I walked off.
I walked into school with a few minutes to spare as I walk into home room and sit next to my best friend Scarlett. Which to my surprise had a spare seat next to it which was taken shortly after by Ashton Irwin. He looked at me and watched me as the teacher read the names of the roll. He moved my hair of the side and whispered something into my ear.