Ms. Perfect meets Mr. Nobody

I can not believe this right now. I get embarrassed in front of everyone I know and to top it all off she tell me to kill myself! That is so stupid! When I storm out of the gym and into the hallway, I hear someone call for me. Coach Grant. Second to last person I want to see right now.

"What are you doing out here, Horan?!" He yelled like he usually did. I didn't need anymore shit today.

"What does it look like? I'm leaving the Hell hole and I'm not coming back!" I yelled. He sighed and grabbed my arm, dragging me to a bench beside the boy's locker room.

"I know you are embarrassed now but if you let that get in the way of things, you're going t fail P.E." He said in a softer voice. I shook my head.

"Sorry to let you down, Coach, but I couldn't care less if I pass or fail this class. As long as I'm as far away from that bitch as I can get, I'm happy." I stand up, and leave. I don't know where I'm going. Somewhere where I won't get yelled at would be fine. Like Alaska... Or Australia.

"Niall?" I hear her voice. I spin around in circles. Where is she? I heard her! I swear I did!

"Avery? Where are you?" I asked frantically. No answer. I'm going insane. I'm hearing voices. I needed fresh air. I walk out of the door, ignoring the lady at the front desk telling me to come back inside.

When the cold air hit my face, I released my breath that I didn't know I was holding. Then I see the lady that was behind the desk come out. I run down the sidewalk and away from this stupid school.

"Come back here right now, young man!" Was the last thing I heard before I escaped the school territory. They think that since I'm a student I have to listen to them. I actually have my own life that I get to choose who I listen to and who I don't.

"Avery!" I yelled as loud as I could. What's the point? She's gone forever. But I try anyway.

"Avery! I know you can hear me!" I'm insane. I belong in a mental institution. I should be locked in a straight jacket in a padded cell... But I yell again to prove my point.

"Listen to me, Avery! Be a good girl up there and I will fight my struggles down here! Just talk to me or something! I heard you earlier!" I yelled up at the sky. A car pulls against the curb and a man with gelled up chocolate brown hair comes out. He had a few tattoos going up his arms that were really confusing

"Are you alright?" The stranger asked cautiously. I glare at him.

"Does it look like I'm fucking okay?! I'm insane!" I yelled over the traffic. The man looked at me weird.

"She's gone now, man. Move on. Yelling won't bring her back."

"How did you know?" I asked him. He tried to hold back a smile.

"Only sad people yell at the sky. I'm Louis, by the way." He says and starts for his car. Once he got in, he drove off almost immediately. Why do I have to listen to some stranger that called me sad? I don't!

I walk the rest of the way home. Not my home but my foster family's home. Yes, I am a foster child. I've jumped from different homes for years. I've always messed up somehow.

"Niall James Horan! Get your Irish ass in here right now before I kick it!" My foster mom, Mrs. McCarrey yelled for me when I stepped inside. Oh great. I walk into the kitchen where she had the house phone in her hand.

"Skipping school? What on Earth were you thinking?" She asked. I go into the fridge and get an apple.

"I was thinking that if I just left I wouldn't have to deal with the assholes that I interact with all day." She sighed and took the apple from my hand and grabbed my hand instead.

"You're a lot to take care of, y'know. But I'm gonna work my butt off for you." She said. Sure she is. Next week I'm going to be back in the orphanage. I can see it now.

"I'm not going back. Sorry to burst your bubble but I don't care." I say, pulling my hands away from hers and biting into my apple. She sighed again.

"You have to go back but you can stay home for today."

"Why thank you. I'm glad I can stay at the house I live in." I say sarcastically and run up the stairs to my room. I hated it here. I was so used to hatred but the McCarreys' never gave me any of that. I just need the hate. That's why I'm such a dickwad.

"Niall?" She yells for me.

"Yeah?"

"I love you." I don't say anything back. If I did, then I would be lying. I do a lot of wrog things but lying isn't one of them.

Notes

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