Irish Luck with One Direction
Hi, I'm new to this so please read and review and tell me how I'm doing. Oh, and before you say I spelt something wrong, I'm English so spellings might be different. Thanks!
Chapter One
Lily POV
I've never been lucky in my life; in fact I'm quite the opposite. I've never won a raffle or lottery, or met anyone famous. I'm Lily, and I thought I should write a diary to tell my kids, when I have some, how amazingly boring my life is. Here are the basic facts about me;
Name – Lily Hunter
Age – 17, 18 in two months!
Favourite colour – Purple, black and blue (don't worry, I'm not some emo or anything :D)
Family – Mum Susie, Dad Jim and younger sister Tegan who is 14 and ALWAYS steals my clothes-_-
'Okay, maybe this diary writing thing isn't working for me…I'll just go back to talking to myself in my head.' I thought woefully.
'Lily come down here!' My mum shouted from downstairs. 'Just a sec!' I called, wondering why she wanted me – I had done all my chores and my homework from sixth form*, and dinner wasn't going to be ready for another couple of hours. 'Ahh well, maybe she's gonna force me into helping Tegan with her homework again…sheesh that didn't end well last time' I thought as I walked down the stairs quickly checking Facebook and into the kitchen diner where my family was seated around the wooden table. Tearing my eyes away from my phone I looked at my mum and realised she had been crying, with red eyes and a running nose. I turned to my sister and she looked the same, what was going on? I finally glanced at my dad and saw that he was in an even worse state, tears still trickling out of his blue eyes. 'What's wrong? Why are you all so upset?' I asked wondering what was making my family so distraught. 'It's your granddad Lils…' My mum started but she couldn't go on. 'He died this morning.' Tegan said, before she burst into tears once again. What? Are they serious? I couldn't take it anymore, I ran upstairs into my room, locked my door and cried into my pillow watching my world crash and burn right in front of me. My granddad, the one who is the joker of the family, with his bright white hair and funny Irish accent, the only one I could talk to when my parents were annoying me. Gone. I now understand why my dad was so upset – his mum, my nan, died a year ago and the wounds of her going are not yet healed, and now my dad's dad was gone as well. So much for the luck of the Irish.
A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONCE! * = I'm English so we call it sixth form over here, I dunno what you call it in other countries – it's basically extended school instead of going to work. You leave at 18 years of age. ALSO any reviews would be AMAZAYN as this is my FIRST FANFIC, but no flamers please:D I appreciate you reading my work, hope you enjoyed it. BTW, Lily will meet the boys soon, they get involved in the next chapter. Leoch xxx