Still
the
One
Intro
Call me Andrew. I know it’s usually a masculine name but,
my parent’s didn’t care. As much as I dislike my
parents, I respect the name they gave me and I’d like you
to use it too.
I’m currently 17 years old. I want to start off my story a
bit different, though, so I’m going to start when I was
eight. I should probably give you a general idea of what I look
like too, so here we go. Don’t expect everything to be in
serious detail, please, I want to get this story going.
So, you already know I’m 17, but I’m short. Short as
in I’m only 5”5. I’ve got bright green eyes and
dark brown hair that needs no straightening. Seriously,
straightening it would be completely and utterly pointless.
I’m also a tomboy. I mean, not like dress in all guy
clothes and stuff like that, but I’m not girly.
Okay so, I think you’re good for now. Let’s jump
right in to the day everything changed. Well, it didn’t
change right away but usually when people tell stories like this
they say something all dramatic like that to get started. I
ruined it, let’s just, yeah.
“Andrew Collins?”
“Here!” I chimed, raising my hand for the
substitute.
“Maggie Collins?”
“Here!” my cousin said, raising her hand but still
focused on some paper she’s been working on for a week.
“Maggie,” I said, “we’re eight. You
should be coloring not working on some paper.”
“This paper,” she said and I rolled my eyes,
preparing for another lecture from my cousin, “is a list of
phone numbers. I have it organized by name, age, and what types
of things these people like to do.”
“You should be a manager or something when you grow
up,” I said and she rolled her eyes.
I heard the door squeak open and I looked up at it. In came a boy
with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He fumbled over his feet a
bit while making his way to Mrs. Parker, our substitute teacher
for today.
“H-hi,” he said, looking at his feet and blushing.
“I’m the new kid.”
“Can I have your name?” Mrs. Parker asked, getting
ready to possibly find it on her sheet.
“N-Niall,” he said. “Niall Horan.”
“Niall Hor—ah! Here you are. I’m only a
substitute but Miss Lauren will be back in an hour, she’s
only running late. You can take a seat wherever you’d like
for now,” Mrs. Parker said to
him.
