Setting Up 1D

Those were the mixed feelings I had towards my dad, my new school, and my life.

I stomped downstairs, anger flooding over my body as I headed towards my dad in the living room.

"ARE YOU INSANE?" I yelled at my oblivious father, who was sitting on the couch. Minding his own business while changing the TV as if I didn't say a word to him.

"I am not going to that hell hole of a school you picked for me! That's like one of the strictest schools in the country!" I shouted, knowing that he would listen to me if I swore at him.

Why would he send his 14 year old daughter to the worst, and I repeat, worst school in the country? I mean I didn't to drugs, I didn't have sex with guys, and I, for one, know that I didn't get in trouble at school. I was like an angel, well, sort of?

"Because, that school is very good in academics and it seems really nice-"

"REALLY NICE? That school is way below nice, it's hell for all I know!"

"Please, don't swear," he muttered quietly as I let out a slight chuckle.

"Well I'm sorry for swearing but that's the truth, it's a hell hole!" I yelled back, wanting him to transfer me back to the high school I was previously going to go to.

"Well, you can call it whatever you want, but your still going and I don't care how many times you beg me."

"But dad-"

"Don't but dad me! You are going to get dressed into your uniform for tomorrow and you are going to that school." this is ridiculous!

Is he going to that hell hole tomorrow? No! Am I going? HELL YEAH! I just found out about S.P. Sherman High School today, since my dad told me I couldn't go to my first day at St. Peter's High School. The school all my friends are going to and the school I wanted to go to. Mentioning again that I just only found out TODAY! Does he fucking think that moving me to different high school's would be a good thing, because it defiantly isn't going to come out as he predicted.

"I can't believe that you never told me I had to go to that fucking school tomorrow," I mumbled, stomping up the stairs with rage.

"Well if I told you about it sooner, then you would've gotten your way of going to high school with your friends." My dad said as I tried to ignore his nagging.

"Fuck you," I said silently, beginning to think ways to ignore my father for the rest of my life!

"Don't you start saying that kind of language with me, young lady!" he said with a warning tone, as I continued to mumble words under my breath.

This couldn't get any better!

"Try me!" I said back to him, quickly running towards my room so he wouldn't get pissed off at the sight of me. I shut the door, locked it, and sat myself on top of my bed, ready for him to shout at me again.

"Sonia Marie Payne! If you keep that attitude with me I'm going to keep you locked inside this house." he said as I smiled. So, what's so bad about being locked inside the house? I have internet and my phone, don't I?

Okay, yeah, I know I might've been a bit too harsh on my dad but he never told me I was going to that shitty school. So technically I have to get even with him.

I heard something knocking on my window, turning around to see pebbles hit the window repeatedly. I got out of bed and looked out my window to see Collin. I waved back at him sincerely as a smile grew on his face. Oh how it made me want to scream my head off!

Collin's my best friend from middle school, and he's basically the best person I've know my entire life! He's my right arm, for God sake!

I opened my window, looking back to see if my dad didn't come in yet.

"The forecast seems to be partially cloudy, with a chance of a Sonny day." he said as I rolled my eyes at him. He always called me "Sonny Side" or his "Sun", which makes me blush.

"Collin what are you doing here?" I asked him, knowing that if dad came in and saw Collin outside our house, he was dead for sure!

"What? Can't I see my best friend every once in a while?" he said, climbing up onto the tree.

"Well yeah sure, you can see me, but you know what's going to happen if Dad sees you." I said to him, leaning closer out the window.

"Then tell him to kiss my ass, it's not like we're dating," well, that's a bit heartbreaking to hear from him.

"Yeah, that's true." I sighed, looking up to see Collin face to face with me, sitting on a branch which I'm guessing might break.

"So, why didn't you come to school today? Cory and I missed you." he said, slipping his hand into mine. Don't freak out Sonny, you don't want to creep him out.

"Collin," I started, not wanting to spoil this moment we're having.

"I'm, not going to St. Peter's." I said shyly, seeing his eyes widen.

"What? Why not? You said you would go."

"Yeah, I know that, but Dad had other plans for me." I sighed, knowing that high school without Collin and my other friends would be hell.

"I think I'm getting a wedgie from just sitting in this branch." he said suddenly, making me laugh a bit.

"Let me just go through the window and we'll continue with this conversation." He said as he tried to get into my room.

"Uh, yeah that's a smart idea." I said sarcastically to him.

"You're gonna die if you step foot into my room, I mean my dad's downstairs and he's EXTREMELY pissed at me so you coming into my room is gonna make my life all fucked up!" I told him, trying not to let him into my room.

"Oh c'mon, it's just going to be a few minutes, that's all." He reasoned with me while trying to get passed me and keep his balance.

"A few minutes? Your gonna be strips of meat if you even step foot in my room for a second!" I whispered angrily at him as he put his feet on the edge of my window, beginning to loose balance.

"Sonny!" he reacted rapidly, as I grabbed his arm. We both fell onto the ground, his body on top of mine.

"Oh, um hi," he said awkwardly, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

"Hi," I shyly spoke to him, beginning to smile like an idiot.

"Are you okay?" he asked me curiously, removing a few strands of my hair away from my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't want you to fall." I said, messing with his brown hair.

"I didn't know you had such pretty brown eyes," Collin said, putting his cold hand onto my warm cheek.

"I do?" I giggled nervously, his lips getting closer to mine. This can't be happening, I mean, we've been best friends since the seventh grade and all we ever thought about our relationship was just to stay in the friend zone, but things can change, right? His hand carefully took hold of my neck as I stood still, waiting for him to make the first move. I felt my heart race even more as we both got closer to each other, about to kiss!

"Sonny?" I heard a voice say, knocking on my door.

"Sonny?" repeated the voice, as I began to freak out about the boy on top of me.

Dad.

I quickly removed Collin away from my body as I got up from the floor, fixing myself so I wouldn't look like I was up to something.

"Uh, y-yeah?" I stuttered, hoping that he would just ignore me for a while.

"Can you open the door? I want to talk to you." Dad said as I began to panic.

What am I going to do?

"Um, okay, just let me finish doing something really quickly." I said, beginning to think of ways to get rid of Collin.

"I am really sorry for pushing you off, I mean yeah that moment was pretty awesome, but my dad will kill you if he sees you here!" I whispered to him as he smiled, nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah, I can tell when you pushed me off." he laughed silently as I helped him up from the floor.

"You have to get out, now!" I said to him, pushing him towards the window.

"Alright, alright, I'm on my way," he must really hate me right now for ruining our moment.

"Bye Sonny," he said, quickly planting a kiss in my cheek. Don't freak out, don't freak out!!

He carefully exited out of my room and climbed down the tree, blowing me one last kiss as he got his bike that was left beside the tree and rode away in the dark.

"Sonny, open this door right now or I'll open it myself!" Warned Dad as I closed the window, walking over towards the door.

"Hi!" I said happily as he looked at me angrily.

He must be even more pissed at me than before.

"Why didn't you answer the door when I knocked?" he asked me furiously, crossing his arms.

"Just because..." I wandered off, sitting myself on top of my bed.

"You've been a real handful lately," he mumbled, leaning against the wall.

"Well things would be a lot different if I chose my path, not you." I said plainly, a smile growing on my face.

"You know, everything that I do is for your own good Sonny. I'm sorry if things can't go your way but it's a tough world we live in." he said as I rolled my eyes at him.

Just because he's been to Spain like once, and to America a couple of times doesn't mean he knows what the world is like. He's never been to France, or Brazil, or even to Japan, so how does he know about the world if he's never been out to explore it.

"Oh right, I forgot, you know so much about world, now isn't that right." I mumbled softly, playing with a loose thread dangling on my bed covers.

"Sonny, stop acting like you know everything and I don't. I've experienced more than you and I've seen things you won't be able to see anytime soon." Yeah right! My Dad's been working at an airplane factory ever since I was little, and I bet the only things that he experiences there are how the job he and my Grandpa work at pay good money.

You know what else pays good money, being a lawyer, a doctor, a pilot, even an actor but no! He's not any of those things! He's a damn builder at a fucking airplane factory! Something that everybody wants to be when they grow up, NOT!

"So what? Just because you've been in the X Factor twice doesn't mean you made it to the big time." I said to my Dad, finally making him shut up! I mean whenever I bring up about the whole "Wanting to be a famous singer" type of deal he always shuts up. I would know why he would keep quiet because who would want their kid's to bring up their failure of becoming a huge star? Since in reality, just went on the X Factor twice and only made it up to the boot camp stage of the X Factor on his second try.

"You don't know the whole story," he said softly, a smile growing on his face.

"Who would?" I said to myself quietly, lying on my bed.

Okay, maybe I might've went a bit overboard on trying to make his day horrendous, but what I'm saying is true, and he can't deny it. I mean, yeah he does have an incredible voice, and I would know why he would want to audition to become a singer, but I'm guessing he didn't have what it took to become one. He knows that he didn't make it as a solo artist, and he knows that what he does for a living isn't something he'd like to be doing.

"This is one reason why I'm sending you to that school, because you've been acting like a know-it-all ever since your mum left for tour." he said as I shrugged. I haven't been acting like that, I mean my attitude had changed since my mum left for tour with Justin Timberlake as his back up dancer, but it's not what Dad thinks. I didn't change just to make him miserable, just decided to try and speak my mind, that's all!

"I'm not a know-it-all," I pouted, crossing my arms at him. He laughed at how I was acting, making me smile a bit, but quickly turning my smile into a frown again.

"Your such a little rebel, I don't know what to even do with you now." He said tiredly, rubbing his scruffy chin.

"Well, I have to go do the night shift at work, so your in charge until your Grandma and Grandpa comes, alright?" he said sincerely, completely changing the subject to what we were talking about.

"Okay, but I'm still not going to school tomorrow." I repeated again, getting inside the bed sheets.

"If you say so, but I'm your father and your going no matter what." he said, walking out of my room like nothing had ever happened.

Okay, he wins this round, but I'm defiantly going to kick his ass in the second round. He doesn't know what he's up against.

I stayed in bed until I heard the front door close, getting out of my room to see that Dad was gone.

Now I'm in charge.

I went over towards my brother, Drew's, room. Slowly opening the door to see him concentrated on Call of Duty.

"Yes, yes, YES!!" he said excitedly, continuing to shoot at stuff. I was never interested at these type of games so I really didn't know what was happening.

"Fuck yeah! I'm beating you Carter!" Drew said excitedly, fixing his headset. I never knew 4th grader's said bad words, yet again, even knew about them!

"Yes! I kicked your snooty little a-" he stopped, spotting me at his door.

"Um, I mean butt." he gulped, quickly taking off his headset.

"How long have you been there?" Drew asked nervously.

"Not so long, just heard you say fuck and ass." I said to him mischievously, knowing that if Dad was home, he'd have a long and tiring talk about how kid's his age shouldn't be saying those words.

"I didn't say that! I mean I did say the first word but the second word, I said butt!" he defended, turning off his Xbox.

"Whatever you say, but I'm still telling Dad." I proposed, seeing his eyes widen.

"No, please don't! Please!" He pleaded, begging me not to. Little kid's can be so gullible!

"Alright, alright! I won't say a word about you swearing, but it comes with a cost." I said, leaning against his door as I waited for something in return.

Money.

"But that's black mailing!" Drew said, crossing his arms at me. I wouldn't say it as black mailing, more like "Returning the favor".

"Well, then I might have to just call Dad and tell him-"

"No! Ugh fine, I'll give you the money!" He sighed, looking around the room for his piggy bank.

"Turn around, this is private!" He pouted as I faced the door, peaking over my shoulder to see where he hides it.

"How much?" Drew asked, counting his money. Just looking at the money he held, there were about five twenties in there, and a few tens included. Damn this kid is rich, where does he get the money?

"£20," I responded as he handed me the money.

"Okay, you got your money, now get out!" He said, leading me out the door.

"Fine, you know you can be such a-" I said, seeing his door already shut in front of my face.

How rude!

So, for the next few minutes I laid back down in my bed, already changed and prepped to go to sleep! To pass by time, I watched Spongebob while eating an apple, laughing at the stupidity of Patrick and Mr. Krabbs. That's when commercial showed up, showing a marathon of this old TV show called iCarly next after this Spongebob show, then a commercial of McDonalds, and a movie about high school zombies called Dead.

I got out of bed and looked out the window to see if my grandparents were here yet. It's been ages since I was left in charge, when are they coming? That's when the phone rang, quickly answering it, hoping it was my grandparents.

"Hello?"

"Hi baby!" I heard my Mum's voice as a huge smile grew on my face.

"Hi Mum! So, how's New York?" I said happily, knowing that New York was the first stop in Justin Timberlake's tour in the US.

"Great, cold but really great! Is your Dad home?"

"No, he went to work. So, are you going sight seeing soon?" I asked, hoping that she'd take pictures and souvenir's of New York

"Well, I don't know? I have to practice a lot with the rest of the dancer's and then we have to rehearse it on stage so I think this time I won't be able to do that, but I'll get you something." She said innocently, nodding my head at her understandingly.

"Oh, well that's okay, you've already taken pictures of New York before." I sighed, looking up to see what was on TV. Laughing at what the blonde chick on that Carly show did to to the fat, chubby, shirtless boy.

"What's so funny?" asked Mum curiously.

"Oh nothing, just this show I'm watching."

"What happened?" she asked me, hearing her chuckle through the line.

"Okay, well this Blondie on the show had a bowling ball, and she said to this fat, shirtless guy to stand near the pins in the hallway, and...well you can tell what happened." I said laughing, hearing no sound from the other line.

"Is the blonde girl named Sam?"

"Yeah! She's kind of funny!" I answered back, hearing silence again.

"Um...sweetie, I think it's best for you to not watch that show."

"Why not?" I asked her, feeling as if my parents were treating me like a little kid again!

I don't need restrictions, especially on a show like this! It's not even that bad!

"Because...it's complicated right now. Don't worry, we'll tell you about it soon, okay? Just not now, I think your Dad's not ready to tell you just yet." Tell me what? What's so important that they kept secret?

"Am I adopted?"

"No! Of course not! You're defiantly your father's daughter." Well that was a relief!

"So...this is like a personal thing?" I asked, feeling a bit left out since Mum always told me everything.

"Um, well it's something your Dad has to do. I'm sorry baby, it's just kind of hard for your Dad to say to you." Dad's involved in this? Is it him telling me that I was going to that Sherman school, because I already found out about that.

"Does it involve him changing me to different high schools?"

"No, it's a lot more complicated than that..." Well that's off the list. What could it be?

"Hey baby, I have to go, it's 5 in the morning here and I have to get ready. I'll call you soon so you can tell me all about your first day of school tomorrow, alright?" Mum said as I sighed. I forgot that there was a 7 hour difference between Wolverhampton and New York.

"Okay, but it isn't going to be much of interest to hear."

"Sonny, try to do something tomorrow. I know it's new for you and I know you have trouble making friend's and everything but try your best, for me!" She begged. How can I if it took me so long just to make three friend's in the last six years, and they've only been my friends for two years.

"How?"

"Just join a club or something, try talking at least," said Mum as I began to think to myself that I won't even make a friend until my last year of high school.

"Okay, bye!"

"Bye baby, I love you!"

"Love you too, bye." I said, hanging up the phone as I laid back down on my bed.

This is why I didn't want to go to that school, because I've always been known as that shy kid with no friend's during my first year of middle school, and I barely made any in the last two years.

Now, I'm all alone again, but maybe things would change, right?

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