Love Bites

Chapter Three

Monday- the first day of year 11

I had all of my school things packed and waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I felt so eager to get to school and work but I probably won’t be saying that in a few months when the work has got on top of me. I stood staring into the bathroom mirror analysing my appearance. I’d combed through my thick blonde hair leaving it looking shiny and smooth. I added a little hairspray to my side fringe to keep it in place and applied some subtle mascara. I wasn’t ashamed of my pale complexion so never bothered with foundation unless I was going somewhere important. My grey eyes seemed to gleam brightly and I wasn’t sure if it was from a good night’s sleep or from the excitement. ‘I can’t believe my parents have left me alone,’ I thought as I dabbed on a little chap stick to protect my lips. Don’t get me wrong I was pleased my Dad has just got a promotion and they’re looking for a second home in America but I’m feeling a little abandoned. That’s not just me being selfish is it?

…

“Well that wasn’t what I expected,” I sighed as I threw my bag onto the stairs. We spent the whole day discussing why our last year at high school was so important. I’m not being funny but I’m sure everyone already figured that one out. This morning I mentally prepared myself and got myself all worked up and exited to do some actual work only to spend five hours talking. There was a highlight of the day though, last lesson in English I noticed a new student sitting at the back. His name was Matt and he seemed to fit in pretty quickly. He sat at the back of the class with all the popular people but kept glancing at me and to be kind I smiled back. I knew he lived in town and his parents were pretty wealthy, I know mine are but I’m not one to go around bragging about it like he does.

…

-December-

It’s been over three months since I started school and like I predicted I was getting stressed about the work load. Every day there seems to be a new piece of coursework, preparation for an exam or a project that needs doing. My Mum and Dad finally returned at the end of September and it seemed like my life was going back to how it was before they left. You never realise how much something means to you until it’s gone. Just when I thought everything was on track Dad got called back to America and took Mum with him again. I spent the weekend decorating the house with Christmas things and I spent about an hour trying to perfect the decorations on the Christmas tree. They did promise me they’d be back for Christmas and I believed them, they can’t leave me to celebrate all on my own, can they? I’d brought them their presents and they were all precisely wrapped and organised under the tree. As soon as that was all done I took a few minutes to look around.

I sat on the carpet in the living room listening to…nothing. Everything was silent, it was just me in this empty house. Anyway enough of the moaning, a few weeks into school I got a friend request from Matt…you know they new kid? Anyway I accepted and we started talking, it turns out he’s not a complete arsehole like I expected. I just had to assume that of him because of the people he hangs around with at school. That’s not the best part though. He has invited me to one of his famous Christmas parties- I honestly sat staring at the text for about twenty minutes before I could process what he just asked.

***Friday 21st December***