Twitter Love (A Louis Tomlinson /1D Fan-Fic)

~Khloe's P.O.V~

The last week of school was amazing just like I said it would be. Of course, i'm being sarcastic when I say this.

The only good thing about the week is that it flew by very fast. I'm officially out of High School forever, and I could not have been more relieved. In fact, I think that when the final bell rang on Friday, I was the first one out of that school.

I may have left the school and those awful people, but the school and awful people have not left me. I still sometimes just hear in my head all the remarks they make throughout the day towards me, like 'Ugly' and 'Freak'. I just know that those hurtful words will haunt me and follow me for the rest of my life, and there's nothing I could do about it. You know the saying 'Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words can never hurt me'? Well, i've come to the conclusion that words hurt worse than any other sort of physical abuse, and whoever made that quote had serious high self-esteem. I really do wish one day that I can be more like that person..

"Blue or Pink?" My mom said to me from my closet holding out a cute, pink satin dress with dark pink crystals on the sides and a baby blue strapless one in her other hand.

"Hm..? Oh um...I guess I like the pink one better. But why are you packing me all these expensive clothes to go on my trip? I'm just fine with sweatshirts," I say to her while she interrupted my thoughts.

My mom gives me a dirty look and puts both of them in the pink suitcase, "Who knows? Maybe you'll meet someone lovely while you're down there. And it's time you start dressing more feminine; how will you ever meet someone dressed in an 'Alabama' sweatshirt?"

"Someone who likes me for my personality and not that I look like a barbie."

"I'm serious, Khlo. It's time you start looking for a man in your life; you've never had one boyfriend!"

"Mom, i'm 18! I do not need someone in my life right now, OK? And besides, i'm there to learn about their history, not party and skank around with guys."

My mom throws her head back in laughter, "Darling, you can have some fun you know. It's not against the law. Make a few friends that will show you around; they can actually give you a better tour than the tour guides give. They're much more personal with their details. And hey, if you happen to meet a guy well,... They don't call it the city of love for nothing."

A grin appears over my face as my mom says this; she really never has been great at geography... or any subject for that matter. "Mom, the city of love is Paris," I let out a small laugh. "And anyways, I've gone through 4 years of High School alone, so I don't think a month in London would be any different, but thanks for the encouragement."

She sighs and rolls over the pink suitcase to the other three that lay at my door. Two are filled with my clothes, shoes, hair products, hair straightners/curlers, make-up, phone chargers, etc. The last one is half-packed; only holding a few CD's that I hold very dear to my heart. She then walks over to my closet, and I was thinking maybe she was throwing some more clothes in there. Instead, she kneels down and pulls out 'The Rejection Box' and places it in my pink suitcase; leaving no room for anything else.

I stand up so I can make sure that she really just put the one thing in the world I hate more than anything in my suitcase. Once I see that my contact-blue eyes(originally brown) don't deceive me, I turn on my heel to face my mother and ask for an explanation. "Why do I have to take that?"

"It's about time you read them. The way you treat your dad is awful. He calls me all the time in tears that he never hears back from you. He tries to be respectful and accepts the fact that you aren't his favorite person in the world, but he's very, very upset that you're flying over to his city and you aren't even going to pay him a visit," she says with a sorrowful look on her face. Does she honestly expect me to feel bad for my dad??

I cross my arms over my solid pink tanktop, "I don't care if he's upset. He sure didn't care much about if I would be upset when he left our family broke and basically homeless for 6 months while he was off somewhere in a deserted area spending all of our money on Meth and Weed and never know when he was coming home."

My mom was taken back by my words, "Khloe!!"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well it's the truth isn't it? I used to come home everyday from pre-school and ask 'Where's Dad?' and 'Can he come see me?'. He never did, so why should I go see him?"