Story Of My Life *1d and 5SOS*

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"Where are you from so late?!" My mother comes over to me. I look at the clock, half past four. "School..." I lie. "You weren't at school at all! I got a call! I was worried!" After the incident at school, I went to the park. That's where I sat. Apparently more than five hours. "Am I home now?" I try. "Where were you?!" I walk in without answering. "Julian?!" My mother bursts into the living room. "What?!" I snap back. "Where were you?" I look at her angrily. "Nowhere." I hold on. "You are no longer yourself! What is it with you?" My mother continues. I try to suppress my tears. "Are there any problems at school?"

Then everything goes fast. Emma and Tara race through my mind. That thing with Dianne, the class. Everything becomes too much. I can't take it all anymore.

I start to cry, hard and uncontrollably. I lower myself to the floor and hide my face in my hands. I hear footsteps and feel arms around me. I cry, all I can do is cry.

When I remove my hands from my face after a while, my mother is sitting next to me. She looks concerned. "Sit down on the couch, sweetie." Suggests them. She gets up and helps me to get up. Everything is automatic, like I'm on autopilot. When I sit on the couch, Mommy sits down next to me. "What's the matter with you?" she asks softly. Do I have to say it? Be honest?" I don't want to burden you with it." I say softly. "You don't sweetie, tell me, please." Then I start to tell, everything. About Emma and Tara, about their bullying. About the cigarette butt, -I'm not saying it was mine-, about Dianne, about Zayn, who is leaving. That he's the only one I have left. My gloomy thoughts. Everything comes out, really everything. My mother just listens, with a concerned look. Every now and then she nods, says "ahah" or shakes her head. When I'm done, she looks at me startled. "Jesus girl...I didn't know all this was happening..." I can tell she doesn't know what to say. "Please don't say anything to Zayn, he's stressed enough now!" I beg. My mother nods. "We're going to find a solution for this baby! Really." I smile, as if I'm confident. Like I believe it. Unfortunately the smile is fake... We're going to find a solution for this baby! Really." I smile, as if I have faith in it. As if I believe it. Unfortunately, the smile is fake... We're going to find a solution for this baby! Really." I smile, as if I have faith in it. As if I believe it. Unfortunately, the smile is fake...

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