Christmas with my uncle

Margaret Flaherty, a relatively normal teenager is sent to have Christmas with her favorite uncle. She is finally able to show her true self to people who will understand. What happens when she doesn't want to leave?


9. 7.

"Wow, Margaret, you are really good!" Louis exclaims as we head to the cars after a quick -ish cool down. I climb into my car with Louis and Niall. Abby calls me, and before I answer I say to the boys "I'm putting her on speaker, don't respond to anything until I tell her you are in the car. "
"Alright." They say. I answer Abby's call
"Hey Abbs. What up?"
"Dan stole my towel and my suit was in it and he lost it!" She sobbed. 
"It's probably in your bag did you check?" 
"Not yet. Hold on. I found it. Margaret you are a genius. What's going on in the fatherland."
"I played soccer with Louis. I'm headed to the pool now to practice. "
"Did you take it easy on him?"
"He lost. The score was 7-1"
" that was so not going easy on him. He maybe a guy but you have to remember that he doesn't get the training you do. He is world famous."
"Yeah I know. By the way he is in the car with me. So is Niall. "
"Your kidding me, right?"
"No, darling she's telling you" Niall said. 
"Oh my god. No way!" 
"Yeah way."
Faintly heard on Abby's line was her mother yelling "Abby Kate Walsh if you don't get down here now you will not have dinner tonight! We have to go to your sisters house now! Lets go."
"We'll we wouldn't want to keep you from food. " Louis said
"Yeah. Wouldn't want you to starve love." Niall told her. 
"Eat some for me!"I yell. 
"That will be easy, Molly is making steak and potatoes!"
"Alright you have to go. Love you Abbs, bye!"
"Love you, too. Bye" 
I hung up the phone and Louis said "I didn't know that was your easy!"
"I play against the guys team at my school. It's like three on five. It makes us work harder. "
"That's cool but let's sing some music. Got anything good, Margaret?" Niall asked. 
" I made a cover of a song as a joke gift for Abby after I found out my dad was marrying Karen. It's about you guys."
"Let's here it!" Niall and Louis say. 
"I don't know if you will find it funny"
"Come on! " Louis encouraged. " unless you are scared!" 
"Fine! You asked for it!
You're a mean one, 1d.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel,
One direction.
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Styles.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr Styles.
I wouldn't touch you with a
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Tomlinson.
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile,
Mr Tomlinson.
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Horan.
You're a nasty wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr Horan.
The three best words that best describe you,
Are as follows, and I quote"
You're a rotter Mr Malik
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots
Mr Malik
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr Payne
With a nauseous super nos
You're a crooked jerky jockey and,
You drive a crooked horse
Mr Payne!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
And toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!
"Ha that was so funny!" Niall cracks up as we pull into the parking lot of the swimming pool. Louis rushes out to tell the boys about my song while I grab my bag and make it to the locker room. 


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