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It's hard to swim in a world thats shallow

 Hi! My names Amy! I have a crazy obsession with one direction. I also love Ed Sheeran, Cher Lloyd, Olly Murs, Fun, and Kings of Leon. I love Jenna Marbles and Tyler Oakley! My new favorite show is here comes honey boo boo im obssesed. I love to read inspiring quotes and i cant get enough of fanfics. If you follow me i love you
-Harry Styles. So yea. thats pretty much it. :)
If the only way i could see you is in my dreams id sleep forever- Harry Styles

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Accidental Reunion

Chapter 1
I made my way back to the little waiting area for my flight, looking anxiously around for Marissa. She should be arriving any time now. Pulling out my phone and looking at it for the billionth time, making sure I didn’t miss a text or call that she had arrived.
Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket, and I frantically pulled it back out. Relief washed over me when I saw a text from Marissa, saying that she was waiting for me in front of the Coney Island. I gathered my bag and stood up, looking straight ahead to finally find the Coney Island sign. Marissa was standing there, her cheeks nice and rosy from the cool weather from outside.
“Marissa!” I yelled out to her, watching her long brown locks falling across her opposite shoulder when her head turned.
 Her hazel eyes lit up when she saw me, and I ran over to her. My arms wrapped around her and held onto her tight.
“Brooke I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea.” She leaned back and squealed, squeezing me tightly.
“I’ve missed you too!”
We linked arms and walked back to my waiting area, where we sat and talked. She told me about her trip to Ireland, the land of dark emerald green, showing me pictures and told me stories. I looked and smiled at her, happy to see her so joyful and cheery she was after seeing her so sad and miserable for a long time.
Her parents had gotten divorced, and it had hit her hard. She felt responsible, even though she wasn't.
“So, anything new happen while I was gone?” She asked as she elbowed me, winking. I already knew she was wondering if any new guy had come into my life.
“Um, no.” I said, blocking the image of Niall’s smile when he looked at me just a while ago.
 It was a smile of his pleasure of meeting a new person, not a smile of remembering an old friend. She frowned in disappointment, leaning back and pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear.
“Well, that sucks. Hey, I have to go meet my sister at a café a few blocks from here in about ten minutes, and it’s going to take at least fifteen for me to get down there. We’re stopped and getting together before my layaway flight takes me back to Cali. I’ll call you soon and maybe we could hang sometime soon!" I nodded and stood up, giving her a goodbye hug before she headed off.
 I was left alone again, so I leaned back and sipped the last drops of coffee I had left. After the warm mocha taste went down my throat, I looked up and saw Niall making his way through the crowd. I tried to become invisible, letting my hair fall across my face and looked out the window so he hopefully wouldn’t notice me. No such luck.
“Hey, Brooke right?” He asked, sitting down next to me and putting a smile across his beautiful face.
‘Yeah.” I couldn’t ignore him now, so I turned and broadcasted a grin across my lips.
"Are you going to England on this flight also?”
Oh god no, we have the same flight? He was going to try and talk to me all the way there. I couldn’t handle talking to someone who totally forgot I existed in his life; it would hurt me too much.
“Um, yeah I guess. I’m just waiting for my brother’s flight from Michigan to come in. He was out and visiting some old friends for the week.”
He nodded and asked what my brother’s name was. I took a dee breath in and felt the butterflies roam around in my stomach. When he heard the name of my brother, he would have to recognize me.
“Chris.” I watched him nod again, sitting back in the chair and looking down at the watch on his wrist. My heart suck to realize that he didn’t seem to recognize me at all still.
“Well, I’m going to go wait near the area where Chris is going to be landing."
“Okay.” His Irish accent was low, the kind of low tone that I missed. I nodded and rushed away from him, walking to the waiting area where Chris would be. Hopefully he would take a while so I could stay away from Niall, who still had no clue who I was.
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Accidental Reunion

Prologue
"Okay, so your brother's flight should be here in a few hours. Are you sure you want to stay here by yourself?" my aunt asked me for the fifth time. 
"Yeah, I don't mind. One of my old friends, Marissa said she was coming home tonight from Ireland, and she's flying into this airport, so maybe I'll run into her." I told my aunt.
"Oh, okay. Well I'm going to take a cab and meet your uncle, I can't believe I finally get to see him again!" she squealed, obviously excited. My uncle has been in London for the past six weeks for business, and my aunt misses him like crazy.
"You go have fun!" I encouraged her, and she gave me a hug before running off to catch a cab and meet her husband of ten years.
My name's Brooke Williams, and I'm eighteen years old. I have a younger brother, Chris, who is sixteen. He lives with my aunt and uncle, and I did up until September when I moved into my dorm at the University of California, Los Angeles. It's my freshmen year of college, and I just started my break. I have a month and a half off from school, so my aunt decided she would take us to visit the place we used to call home.
Our parents passed away four years ago. We used to live in England with them, but when they died, we had to move to the United States with my aunt and uncle because I was too young to live on my own and raise a twelve year old.
As I walked around the airport looking for a Starbucks, a poster caught my eye.
It was a sign advertising the boy band One Direction.
I smiled sadly to myself as I walked away from the poster. I couldn't bring myself to look at the blonde boy with bright blue eyes and that dazzling smile.
Niall Horan and I were close. We were pretty much best friends when I was younger. He was kind of an outcast when he moved to England from Ireland, but I accepted him. We could talk to each other about anything.
That changed when I suddenly had to move. Yeah, we still kept in touch, but after a while, the phone stopped ringing and the mailbox was empty.
We started to lose touch when he tried out for the X Factor. And he made it through. Sure, I was happy for him, but he had promised that he wouldn't forget about me when I moved, and it seemed that he already had after only two years.
I stared at the emerald greem ring on my right hand ring finger. He gave it to me, for my eleventh birthday. He was the only one of my friends that could make it. And now he probably doesn't know who I am.
A few minutes later, I was sipping my mocha latte in the Starbucks cafe. I glanced at my watch. It was eleven thirty, and my brother's plane wasn't due for another hour. I got up and started walking around. I must not have been looking where I was walking, because I ran into some boy.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." he said as my coffee spilt all over my white tshirt.
"It's not like coffee stains anyways." I joked sarcastically, making him laugh.
"Let me buy you a new one." he said, and I finally looked at him.
I could recognize that voice anywhere. The way the Irish accent blended with the English accent always made me swoon. I stared up into his big blue eyes, hoping he would remember me. He didn't say anything, and I knew it was too good to be true. Why would someone like him remember someone like me?
"No thanks." I said, starting to walk away.
"Please, it's the least I can do." he offered one last time.
"Okay." I gave in, walking with him back to Starbucks.
"So, what's your name?" he asked me as we turned the corner.
"Brooke." I replied, biting my lip. This was it. Would he remember now?
"That's a pretty name. I'm Niall." he said, smiling at me. He bought me another coffee and we sat down for a while, just talking. He told me that he was in a band, and it was really hard to act like I didn't know him. 
"That's a pretty ring." he said, pointing to the piece of jewelry that he gave me.
"Thanks. I, um, have to go." I said, getting up suddenly. I just couldn't handle it. I can't pretend that I don't know someone who was extremely important to me.
I just can't.
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This quote does not exist.
The ammount of men I would marry without hesitation
is a little appalling.
I want a hug.
But not just a normal hug. NO. I want one of those pick-me-up-off-my-feet-squeeze-me-tight-spin-me-around-hurts-my-tummy-but-still-makes-me-smile-leaves-me-breathless-gives-me-butterflies-makes-me-giggle-stupidly kind of hug




I don't understand why everyone is making such a big deal about
Amanda Todd.
I get the fact that people are trying to get the point across
that bullying is bad.
But I don't understand why her story is so famous when
there are so many other people out there commiting suicide 
for the same reason.
I get that she made a mistake and people bullied her.
That she tried telling everyone how she felt.
And that she took her life because of bullying.
But there are so many others that go through the same thing.
So why is her story any different?