The week is over. It is now friday night and the guys are in the garage singing thier heart.
I hate it.
Dont get me wrong, thses boys can really sing but by this point theyre giving up and they no longer care how they sound.
I sigh and groan getting up. I walk into the garage and take the guitar off michael stopping them all.
"Guys you are nver going to get noticed if you dont ry!" I said looking at the guiar and strumming.
"And ths gutar isn even in tune" I screamed. Michael grabbed the guitar out my hand and looked at me.
"BAYLEE NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU THINK. YOU.ARE.USELESS" He screames. Tears where urning my eyes and i pushed im back before grabbing my jacket and running out the warm house into the cold weather.
"Baylee!" Calum screamed as i walked away.
"Ihate all of you" I screamed back.
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