All the Starr's in the Skye!

****A/N hey guys this is my first attempt at writing. Hope u guys like it, and please feel free to comment and let me no what u all think. This book will contain swearing, verbal and physical violence scenes and may contain drug and alcohol abuse. Don’t forget to vote if you like it and leave comments.. thanks guy hope you all enjoy xxx court****

CHAPTER ONE- from the end to the beginning.

Things were hard when I was growing up. I know that a lot of people have a hard upbringing, not everyone gets to live like the rich kids do in movies or tv  shows and I sure as hell didn’t get to. I don’t know if it was what was happening around me or if it was what I was making happen around me. Looking back now I wish things would’ve been different and that id not done a lot of the stupid ass things I did.. but I guess what everyone says is true, that If I didn’t do everything I did in my past (whether it be the good or bad stuff) I wouldn’t be the person I am today.

Well, today… hummmmm. Im only 25 and people older than me say that im at the peak of my life and that I have sooo much left to do with my life. If this is true why cant i get over the past and just look forward to my future?

I guess for you to understand where im coming from you need to know a bit about what ive been through and how ive got to where I am today. Im just unsure of where to start. And im not sure that really thinking about everything is going to help or just make it all fresh again in my head. Don’t get me wrong there was some amazing times and there the ones I try to concentrate on and reminisce about. The moments in my life when I was truly smiling and laughing instead of just forcing them out for the sake of the people around me.

The only constant things in my life that has always been there are my family. A very select few that have but up with all my bullshit no matter how hard it may have been for them to love me at times I know without a doubt that there love and devotion for me never for one minute faulted.

My mum would always say ‘ Skye, u are my sunshine, my only sunshine’ in a sing song voice everytime I felt down or uphappy. It would instantly make me smile and laugh at her. She is always so bloody cheesy. She always wanted a little girl that she could take shopping and pick out cute little pink dresses with. But instead she got me, one of the boys, the ruck rover of the football team, the point guard on the basketball team and the girl that girls at school wouldn’t look at twice.

I spose mum had it almost as hard as me when I was growning up. She went through so much herself let alone the stuff that I put her through. But even to this day she’s still my rock. Shes still my best friend (even if she does go dancing and wear way to much makeup and is half my size ‘skinny lil Titchy’). Her names Maree, she had me when she was 23 and then had my little brother, Starr when she was 26. Shes still youngish and quite the looker for an old duck.

My brother Starr is what kept me going through all my teenage years. He was my everything, we did everything together. We had the same friends (well he used to hang around my friends and try to act older than he was). He was the lucky one in the looks department, blonde hair that used to be white when he was younger, Sky blue eyes that used to ache when he was in the sun for too long because they were so sensitive, surfy kind of bulid and a gorgeous kind of moon face. Theres not an ounce of fat on that kid and there never has been. More than a couple of times when we were at high school i caught him with the girls from my year making out at parties or after parties in his room. His just a bit of a ladies man.

Then theres me.. Skye-Lee. The girl who only hung around boys and never would’ve been caught dead a dress or with make up on. The girl that all the girls hated and all the boys seemed to flock to. Im definitely not ugly but im no beauty queen either. I was always tall and skinny. My brown hair was always tied in a pony tail to try and cover the curls because I wasn’t girly enough to want to straighten it. My amazing dark brown eyes and tanned olive skin always made other girls jealous (the best things i ever got off my dad). I always wore shorts and baggy tshirts. God I didn’t buy my first bra till I was in year 9, I spose that made me feel like one of the boys rather than one of the girls. I Never left home without my pushy (aka push bike) and never went anywhere without my boys.