Part 1.

So I'm Issy. I'm 17 tomorrow! Thank god. I can finally go on that London trip with my girls which I've been waiting for, for well my life time, I'd been London a lot of times before, to shop and that, but never ever stayed alone with just my friends. I was excited but also nervous, 6 weeks without my mom; I could tell she was as nervous as I was, but I need to make new experiences in life. She understands that. I guess I can tell you I'm your average teenager: moans a lot, never happy, absolutely crazy and oh yeah in love with certain boybands. Guessed who it might have been yet? You know the most popular British and Irish boyband around right now? Yeah that's it One Direction.

You see One Direction was formed in boot camp: Each member auditioned by themselves in hope to become famous solo artists. Yet to all of their dreams of being solo's they formed this amazing band; they've all said they just cant believe their luck, and how much they bonded together and formed this band; they never knew something like this could happen yet they was nervous but excited to be a band. Individually they are their own person. I don't really know how to really describe them to be honest. I just know I love them and are proud of them for whatever they do.

Harry, Louis, Niall, Zayn and Liam are what consist of that amazingly gorgeous down to heart band. You know what I love most of them? They love their fans; they really do. Because without us; people like me. They wouldn't be a band. They wouldn't be as famous as they are, they wouldn't have made it alone. The Xfactor was a program they were on; yeah I have to say I voted every week. Who would've blamed me, their brilliant singers... and yeah their hot.

I'm not some crazed fan of all you might think of me right now, yet I'm just happy and proud to be in such a fan base of theirs. Because they really deserve all this fame and fortune, so hard they worked and become themselves. Their likeable to all audiences their just... just amazing.

I have to be honest with I can say I've had my fair share of tweets and follows. I say I'm lucky, well because I really am. I wouldn't tell someone I'm not because I am; I'm grateful for all of it. You won't understand how grateful I am: when I get the hate well I don't know I never feel like I should 'leave' the fan base because I'm not like that. I just dislike the hate, I don't deserve it? All it was is luck. Pure luck. People try and tell me I've slept with them or something like that. When at the end of the day I've never even met them; so really I'm not lucky in that sense.

They all follow and been tweeted by each of them at least 10 times. Yeah it sounds like I'm bragging but I'm just happy about it and its nice to be tweeted and followed from them, I spoke to them on the phone a few times, and they've all watched my twitcam. Let's just say they know who I am. I know I sound like a bitch it gives people the right to hate on me, but I've done nothing wrong but be lucky. I'm not usually very lucky, I guess it's just come over me suddenly these past years.

I just finished College last week. Thank god. Here comes my six weeks in London with my lovely girls. I cannot wait I really can't. In 5 days... and yes I'm sad I'm counting: I get to travel off. I'm planning on going to University in London to study Media. And yes the big news is awaiting for me tomorrow... I cannot wait; I can't even contain my excitement for that envelope which holds my future for me. I'd feel well broken if I didn't get in. I just don't know what I'd do. All the girls had applied for the same University and a few lads we spoke too.

My closest friends consisted of Chloe, Katy and Moll. Mollie really but we all call her Moll. Chloe is known as Chlo, and well Katy is Katy.

My friends mean the world to me I don't know what I'd do without them right now. Moll has long naturally straight dark brown hair, she's stunning. I feel like an ugly whale standing next to all my girls, she has dark brown eyes, but they don't half stand out. You could get lost in them for all I'm saying. She does wear lots of makeup but that's how she makes herself confident in that matter. Katy has short blonde hair; its dead straight like the type you wish and wish you could get your hair like but never happens. Yeah that. She has beautiful deep blue eyes; they match the colour of the sea perfectly. Aswell as Chlo her hair hangs down to mid back a brown/blonde colour, its natural waves and what can I say shes beautiful.

Then there is well me.. I have long brown hair to mid back I think? Its naturally wavy because whenever it try to get it like anything else it never works. I have green eyes, yet they look so boring on me. I wear ample makeup because I just can never be bothered in the mornings to make myself look acceptable really. I'm average height, average everything to be honest.

I was awoken by a sound differ to my alarm clock; all of a sudden my door swung open and I was greeted by three girls jumping on me to wake up.

"AAAAAAH! Get up you lazy shit!" Chlo screamed. Then I realized today was the day. The day I was getting that letter of life: that letter that meant so much too me. I was also moving to London tomorrow for the 6 weeks in prepare for us moving to London as we would be hopefully going their for University. I couldn't wait! Then nerve was building up in my stomach as my mom also came running through the room with a serious smile planted on her face. In her hand was that envelope. That envelope which would determine so much, its life or death, well that's what it felt like. My stomach was in complete knots as my mom handed me the letter. I sliced my finger over where it was to be opened, and lifted out the letter. I looked up to the girls, they all had a look of fear yet excitement on their faces as we all promised we'd open our letters together.

Here it was… I quickly scammed over the letter to find to look for the most important part which was at the bottom on the page: this would tell me if I would've been accepted or not in a sentence like that. I gulped what must have been quite loudly as my mom extended her hand to my shoulder squeezing it assuring me. 1... 2... 3… The bottom of the letter read: