Hi, Im Violet Markey. Not a very liked member of my school. Stressed, Depressed and 5sos Obsessed, yes ladies and gentlemen i am very much in love with 5 Seconds Of Summer. They are my sweet escape, besides wattpad. I bet you think im a basic white girl and i love luke.. No my friend,you see there is a certain member called Michael Clifford, the goofball with extreme hair colours. Many people think im wierd for how much i love 5 Seconds Of Summer cause I would wear my beloved idiot inspired by the one and only Michael Clifford. I am very well dressed in my lovely merch if I do say so myself. So here I am, 6:30am Lying in my bed, very comfortable that is, until my mother comes in, don't get me wrong I love her a lot but can she stay out of my room? Like I don't come barging in to her room. But yes, she tell me to get up and get ready and get breakfast. After she leaves I stretch once more for good measures, then go to the shower, when I get out I moisturise my face, brush my teeth and all that jazz. I walk over to my mirror and take a look at myself, I wouldn't be the happiest with my looks, but I have to get on with it. I grab my foundation and powder, apply it, then mascara and then do the perfect winged eyeliner, I'm kind of a professional at it now. I then go and grab my black jeans and nirvana tee, I also grab my flannel with Michaels reject on the back, it goes well with my life as I am a reject. I get dressed and dry my hair, I'm feeling lazy so I just put my hair up in a bun, I grab my bag and head down stairs. I grab a pop tart because pop tarts are life. My mom beeps the horn, oops I took to long. I make sure I have my earphones and my phone because I need them to survive the hell im going to. So here we are at the school gates, people are looking at me already. I get out and make my way toward the doors only to get stopped by the biggest bitch in school, she's standing in front of me with her minions behind her, there's 4 of them, there she is, Amanda finch, 'queen bee' sets out to make certain peoples lives hell, like me. I try to look anywhere but her, I know she's going to talk to much shit and it's too early for me to listen. She starts going on about how weird I am and how much of a freak I am, I stop listing and zone out cause I hear it everyday, after a while she walks away and I can finally get inside. The occasional 'freak' was muttered by people. I got to class and went to my seat, down at the back all by myself, this seat is great except when the teacher calls on you, then everyone in the class turns around and stares at you, like I don't get enough attention already. But class rolls on and eventually school is over, I walk home because my mom is at work. I get home and I'm exhausted, school is over a mile away, and I'm a very lazy person. I throw my bag down and slip off my vans and run up stairs, yes I run. I get in my room and I connect my phone to the speakers and blast long way home by 5sos, don't judge. I proceed to find my laptop and open it up to remember I didn't log out of wattpad last night, I'm looking through my messages but one stands out
Michael Clifford: hello, I am very intrigued by your story's
There's no way at all that it's Michael, just another fan account.
An: ola I am back again😌 I'm very excited to write this book and I hope you like it. 💙
