You're Wonderful
Getting Ready
I moan and fall off the bed. It ached and I stood up slowly. I looked at the clock and frowned. It was noon and I had slept through the whole morning. I grabbed the blanket that had fall with me back up onto the bed. I looked at the apartment. The apartment was dirty as usual, no matter how many times I've tried to clean it. I walked over to the fridge and opened it.
"There's nothing here.." I said to myself. I sigh and close the fridge. I walked over to the closet and got some clothing. I walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. I stripped off my clothing and turned on the water so that the water was hot. I soaked my hair and poked my head into the water. I got up reaching for the shampoo bottle and putting it roughly onto my head. I deserved nothing. I was a complete loner. No one wanted me. No one wanted to be around me.
I hopped out of the shower and started putting on my clothing, black leggings, a polka dot tube top and lacy underwear and bra. I put the towel that I had used to the rack and left the bathroom. I crashed onto the bed looking up at the roof.
"I'm so miserable!" I shouted. I reached for a pillow and threw it on my head. I sighed and made a few tears before getting up and walking out of the apartment door. As I was going down the stairs, I met some people. I smiled a fake smile at them, even though I knew that they would look at me the opposite way. What have I done? The only thing I've done was get drunk too many times because of depression, and going to jail once. Okay, maybe I have done some bad things, but that doesn't mean I get treated like this forever. I soon make my way out of the apartment, rushing to the mall. I entered the mall in moments and started browsing to the store. I looked down and hidden to the people around me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I didn't care turn around.
"Excuse me miss?" someone had asked behind me. I turned around finally to see a grown up man, only inches taller than I was. He looked at me smiling.
"Yes?" I responded. The man continued smiling. I hope he isn't some sort of kidnapper, or rapist or something like that.
"I'm Paul Higgins, manager of One Direction. Do you know who One Direction is ma'am?" asked Paul. I looked at him confused and Paul looked at me surprised. "You don't?" he asked. I shrugged and nodded. I faced the ground. Was I supposed to know who they were? Even if I did, they wouldn't make my life better, would they?
"Well, I'm looking for some people in California to visit One Direction. Would you like to visit One Direction?" Paul kept asking. First of all, I don't even know who the hell they were. Second of all, I just met Paul and he is going to take me somewhere. Finally, this One Direction crap won't help me in my life at all. I looked up at Paul, who was still smiling. I shrugged.
"Great, here's your pass. May I get your name please ma'am?" Paul said. Paul got out a mini pass and handed it to me. I grapped on it.
"I'm Anaja Kon," I replied to him. Paul nodded and grinned.
"Lovely name Anaja. See you later today, the information is on the pass, make sure you read it!" Paul said. I nodded and began walking away from me. He waved good-bye and he was off. I rushed over to my favorite shop and entered it. I looked at some cute jeans with sequins on it and then a floral top. I came upon some combat boots without the heels and took them off a counter. I guess since I'm meeting some people, I'd look nice, right? Maybe some would like me.
"Can you see if these boots are in size 7 please?" I asked a lady at the counter. The lady smiled warmly at me and took the shoebox. She opened it up and nodded. She walked towards a room. I looked at some more leggings, some rainbow colored. Striped things. Suspenders. I took off some suspenders and striped shirts and set them on the counter. The lady came back smiling. She put the box down on the counter and soon check out my things. She was done only a minute later.
"Thanks," I quietly thanked her. "You're welcome," the lady replied. I hurried off out of the store. I guess I got everything I needed for seeing One Direction. I took a look at the pass and read the details.
"Okay," I mumbled and walked towards the exit of the mall.
"There's nothing here.." I said to myself. I sigh and close the fridge. I walked over to the closet and got some clothing. I walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. I stripped off my clothing and turned on the water so that the water was hot. I soaked my hair and poked my head into the water. I got up reaching for the shampoo bottle and putting it roughly onto my head. I deserved nothing. I was a complete loner. No one wanted me. No one wanted to be around me.
I hopped out of the shower and started putting on my clothing, black leggings, a polka dot tube top and lacy underwear and bra. I put the towel that I had used to the rack and left the bathroom. I crashed onto the bed looking up at the roof.
"I'm so miserable!" I shouted. I reached for a pillow and threw it on my head. I sighed and made a few tears before getting up and walking out of the apartment door. As I was going down the stairs, I met some people. I smiled a fake smile at them, even though I knew that they would look at me the opposite way. What have I done? The only thing I've done was get drunk too many times because of depression, and going to jail once. Okay, maybe I have done some bad things, but that doesn't mean I get treated like this forever. I soon make my way out of the apartment, rushing to the mall. I entered the mall in moments and started browsing to the store. I looked down and hidden to the people around me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I didn't care turn around.
"Excuse me miss?" someone had asked behind me. I turned around finally to see a grown up man, only inches taller than I was. He looked at me smiling.
"Yes?" I responded. The man continued smiling. I hope he isn't some sort of kidnapper, or rapist or something like that.
"I'm Paul Higgins, manager of One Direction. Do you know who One Direction is ma'am?" asked Paul. I looked at him confused and Paul looked at me surprised. "You don't?" he asked. I shrugged and nodded. I faced the ground. Was I supposed to know who they were? Even if I did, they wouldn't make my life better, would they?
"Well, I'm looking for some people in California to visit One Direction. Would you like to visit One Direction?" Paul kept asking. First of all, I don't even know who the hell they were. Second of all, I just met Paul and he is going to take me somewhere. Finally, this One Direction crap won't help me in my life at all. I looked up at Paul, who was still smiling. I shrugged.
"Great, here's your pass. May I get your name please ma'am?" Paul said. Paul got out a mini pass and handed it to me. I grapped on it.
"I'm Anaja Kon," I replied to him. Paul nodded and grinned.
"Lovely name Anaja. See you later today, the information is on the pass, make sure you read it!" Paul said. I nodded and began walking away from me. He waved good-bye and he was off. I rushed over to my favorite shop and entered it. I looked at some cute jeans with sequins on it and then a floral top. I came upon some combat boots without the heels and took them off a counter. I guess since I'm meeting some people, I'd look nice, right? Maybe some would like me.
"Can you see if these boots are in size 7 please?" I asked a lady at the counter. The lady smiled warmly at me and took the shoebox. She opened it up and nodded. She walked towards a room. I looked at some more leggings, some rainbow colored. Striped things. Suspenders. I took off some suspenders and striped shirts and set them on the counter. The lady came back smiling. She put the box down on the counter and soon check out my things. She was done only a minute later.
"Thanks," I quietly thanked her. "You're welcome," the lady replied. I hurried off out of the store. I guess I got everything I needed for seeing One Direction. I took a look at the pass and read the details.
"Okay," I mumbled and walked towards the exit of the mall.
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5/6/13