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“Y/N get out of bed we’re gonna be late!”
You rolled over, stuffing your head under the pillow. Sure it was the last day of school before graduation and if you didn’t pass your exams you’d have to repeat high school alll over again but really. It wasn’t that big a deal.
“Y/N wake up I swear to god!” your mom barged into your room and pulls the blankets off your bed. It’s so cold even though its like almost summer. Then she pulls the pillow off of your face. “why are you so lazy??” she hisses. “You know what? Fine. I’ve had enough of your bullshit. I don’t care anymore.
She pulls out her phone. “by this time tomorrow you’re not gonna be my problem anymore.”
tomorrow you’re turning 18. is she Kicking you out?? You finally sit up, brushing your long dark black hair with red streaks out of your eyes.
“no mom don’t do it,” you say! But she’s already dialing on her phone. The buttons beep beep beep. Is she calling the cops to get you?? It was just another skipped day of school! The phone rings and rings. Maybe they won’t pick up.
Then a voice picks up at the other end. Your skin goes cold and your hands turn paler than they already were (you’re something of a goth after all so you gotta look killer but yeah you feel so scared). “Hello?”
Your mom scowls at the phone then snarls, “Is this one direction? I have a child who’s absolutely no good that I want to sell.”
There’s a long pause then the voice responds, “Lady I don’t know how to tell you this but there’s waaaay more than one direction. How did you call us anyway?”
“I got this phone number from a lady at the witchy store down the street. She said-”
You jump up, outraged! “The witchy store down the street!! Mom you know they’re frauds there!! All of their crystals are just dyed quartz. How could you ??? T-T You NEVER CARED ABOUT ME DID YOU??”
A/N: yeah their mom’s the WURST inst shee?? first shse tries tosell Y/N to one direction (WHCIH A ATRUE GOTH WOULD NEVER WANT)) AND Dthen tries to buy dyed quartz??
Y/N’s mom looked at you dead in the eyes. For some reason she looks super tired.
“Still there?” a voice chortled from the cell phone. Your mom nodded, and you looked at her like shes sooo dumb (she is) bc she just nodded at a phone even though they clearly couldn’t see her.
“They can’t see you mom you’re so dumb” you said.
“Um actually,” said the person on the other end of the line, “yeah we did see that. Not sure how, but we did.”
your mom shrugged like “okay” and then said “so do you want to buy them mr. one direction?”
“yeah lady still not sure about the direction thing but we’ll take em. I know a guy who knows a guy who’s in the market for a whiny Y/N.” you think you hear whispering from someone else on the other end of the telephone but it’s very vague. Something like “he’s gonna be pissed if he finds out we were msessing with the orb” or “glorious mister yoga??”
“whatll it cost?” Your mom asked, ignoring their chatter.
“Lady I thought we were buything them from you? But uhhhh.” more undeniable chatter in the backgroudn. “We’ll take em off your hands for….800 bananas.”