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Summary

Soulstice pov
"I can't believe your mom is making you move to Ireland because of her drug dealing, drunk friends that she owns money to" Berlin said in and unbelievable tone. I just picked at the schools lunch and sighed. "Your what" Alex said from behind me causing me to jump. "Oh her Alex, my mom is making me move to Ireland with her to escape her troubles" I explained shortly to him and went back to my alien looking meat called meatloaf for lunch. "That's not fair" He stated while sitting down next to me. "I know I mean I will probably just screw up there as well" I stated. I pushed my lunch trey into the trash and stood up. "Well I am off to the office to tell them that today is my last day, bye guys" I said while walking off to the office.
. Once getting close to the office the jackass Jake pushed me into the lockers and yelled "sup Soulstice you got my lunch money now". I looked at him and said "I don't owe you so I am not giving anything to you" and went to go walk away. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled my back causing me to trip and fall on the ground. "You are a sad excuse for a human being now hand the fucking money over you slut". I looked at him and just said "over my dead body". He kicked me in my side causing me to grab in pain and then he kicked my back. "I will get you worse next time" he warned while grabbing the money that fell out of my pocket and left.
. I laid there for a bit then forced myself up and made my way to the office and tell that this was my last day. I arrived and the woman behind the desk looked and said "How may I help you". I responded "I and here to tell you that today will be my last day". She sighed said "Name". I answered "Soulstice Hill". She tapped on the keyboard and clicked on the mouse and said "Ok your mom called and took you out, so this is you last day". I just gave a fake smile the said "where are you going". I simply responded "Ireland". She then gave me a smile and answered the phone that started to ring.
I left the office and walked to my next class.
*Skip to the end of the day*
I met up with Alex, Nathen, and Berlin to say my last goodbyes. "I am going to miss you guys" I said while giving a tight hug to Berlin. She did not want to let me go but we soon separated. "Promise to stay strong and call me, us, if you need to talk about anything" Berlin said. "Promise" I said then put my skateboard down and got on. I did not leave but when I was about to I said "group hug" and we all got in a giant hug.
. Once separated I got on my skateboard and skated to my house. It was a short ride and once I got there I walked in and saw boxes of our stuff stacked onto of one another. "Mom I am home" I yelled. She responded "Ok go start pacing up your room I will be in the kitchen." I herd the familiar slur to her talk and I sighed and walked up to my room. I saw empty boxes on the floor and I put down my bag and started.
. I finished around 2 o'clock in the morning. My clothes, books, posters, pictures, and every small little thing that was left. I sat on my bed and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I was woken up to the sound of a tap on my door. I got up and saw my mom at the door. "Time to get ready we leave in an hour" she said then walked off. I went over to the clothes I left on my dresser and slipped off my clothes and put on a white tank top with a blue hoodie, blue skinny jeans, and white TOMS. Then I walked down stairs and saw movers grabbing our packed boxes and putting them into a moving truck that would take them to Ireland. I found my stray brush and brushed out my black hair with a blue tint. I put it in a side ponytail. I put the brush in my backpack that already contained my phone charger, headphones, and money.
. I walked to the car that my mom was already in and got in. "Ready" she asked. I shook my head and we took off down the road.
. We arrived to the airport a half an hour before our flight. "This is so exciting" my mom said acting like a teenager that she wasn't. "Sure leaving this life behind to start fresh, when I 'enjoy' my life here and it is your own fucking fault we are in this situation" I summed it up. She shot me daggers and said "It is all your fault, your fault you father died, your fault I turned to alcohol to try and turn down the pain, your fault I lost practically everything" she hissed with a tight grip on my shoulder.
. Just then it hit me, it was all my fault.
~flashback~
. "Mommy when is daddy getting home, the sun is starting to set, he should be home by now" I said sitting in my favorite chair by the big window at the front of the house. "Soon Soulstice" and unfamiliar voice said. Every time a car drove by I jumped up and ran over to see if he had pulled up. I herd numbers in the kitchen but I did not care. I just wanted daddy home so we could celebrate my birthday.
. I herd the phone go off and I went over to it. I was a bit to short to reach so I stood on my tippy toes and attempted to reach. Mom came up and grabbed the phone before I could. I told next to her and I focused on the window behind her. Once I looked back to my mom she had tears streaming down her face and she fell to her knees. "Mommy are you ok" I asked walking over to her. "This is all your fault, he just had to go and get that stupid expensive cake from that stupid bakery" she yelled at me. That was the first time she ever layed a hand on me. I was only 4 years old.
~Flashback over~
. I herd a plane get called and I walked past her and got to the terminal. I gave her my ticket and walked on wanting to avoid my mom. But I was kind of screwed since she d to sit right next to me. Through out the whole flight I just kept in headphones and stared out the window

*Proluge*

Characters

Niall Horan

Niall Horan

Irish, Sweet, Caring, Hot

Soulstice Hill

Soulstice Hill

Loves Music, Lives through Hell since 4, Different

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