The Influence Escape. (1D On Temperary Hold)

An ordinary innocent teenager, with a dream. A dream that'll never come true. College, family and her father's perception of her future are the only things on her mind. But one person could change all this. Aggression. Hatred. Adventures. Change. Love...and an influenced escape.


1. Walls Of Water.

I'm sat here watching the rain pound at my window. Thinking. I look at the clock then back to the unpredictable weather. The huge water bombs hammering at the gravelled street. The wall of water that doesn't seem to be fading. Again I look at the clock then back to the flooding street. An angry sigh escapes my mouth as I grab my bag off of my bed and drag myself down the never ending staircase. When I reach the bottom I look at the coat rack by the front door. Then the umbrella stand. Then the coat rack again. I decide it's too windy for an umbrella so quickly grab my coat off of the hook and sling it on. I pull open the front door and my hair immediately gets blown in every direction possible by the overpowering wind. With a stern face I take a deep breath and step out into the blizzard like weather.


"Welcome to Doncaster." I mumble to myself as I grip onto the hood of my old coat. As I walk I can hardly see the end of the street because of the angry mist that lingers. It's been like this nearly all week. So depressing. I keep trying to tell myself that it's only a little while longer, 2 weeks to be exact. Then I have finished college. To be honest I couldn't be happier. 


"Good morning dear." A withered ladies voice calls from her garden. My mind is shocked for a second, why is anyone out in this weather? Then I notice who it is and I throw a small wave. Mrs Patterson...the local crazy cat lady. My street is full of some pretty strange people and she's definitely near the top of that list. I think next in line would be Pete. Yep, good ol'Pete, he sure has seen some better days. He's your typical angry farmer. Scruffy gray beard, squinted eyes, a flat cap and a rifle in hand. Always. I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually think that Mr Tomlinson is the sanest person on the street, and he's my friggin' teacher! He lives next door, I think someone else lives there too but I don't see them often. I also swear my mum has this crazy crush on him or something. Eww. Jonny Tomlinson, the sanest person on the street...well I never. Hard to believe. 


After about ten minutes, which feels like hours, I finally arrive at the college gates. Dripping wet, cold and a total mess. I can't wait to get out of here. I want to go travelling the world, sightseeing, meeting new people. That would be a dream come true. I loudly sigh as I look at the towering grey building in front of me. Yeah. That'll never happen. 

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