Chapter 2


Wavy, long chestnut hair framed an oval face. Sharp cheek bones were made to look softer by her small round nose. Free of blemishes her skin looked soft to touch. However her hair line made her forehead look bigger than it actually was, but this seemed to be the only flaw on her Greek goddess face. Her long slim body was perfectly per portioned in most areas. Though her hands and her feet were too big and looked out of place on her feminine body. Her big feet was an outcome of her height, but all 5'7 of her looked amazing, curving in all the right places. A perfectly shaped eyebrow was raised over deep, dark brown eyes which were staring right back at me. Looking closer......

"Elizabeth Amy Scott, if you don't get your very late ass down here right now I will come and get you myself, you hear?" Sarah shouted up at me.

I jumped out of my retrieve, "promises, promises" I muttered under my breathe.

I stood there, staring at my half naked body in my full length mirror which was attached to my four door wardrobe. While only wearing my hot pink bra and underwear set, I had been scrutinizing my body and my face for 15 long minutes when dearest Sarah shouted for my attention. Yet when I looked up at the clock above my dressing table I realised I was in fact already 20 minutes late for college and I hadn't even dressed yet. As I rushed to find my school uniform I tripped over a pile of books next to my bed.

"Wow, hmmm maybe i should actually clean my room" i thought to myself as i lifted myself off the ground and walked to my draws to find my uniform. Was i kidding myself? Me and cleaning never went together, a fact which my mother never fails to mention everyday. But who's going to blame the women, It's common knowledge that almost everything is done for me. Not in a spoilt, silver spoon way. More like a everyone is scared something will happen to poor old Lizzy. No its not cancer, I hate it when people jump to that conclusion.

My mother Karen Scott, was the most important person in my life. Yes everyone thinks that they love there mothers more than anyone else, with me its different, without my mother I wouldn't be alive. No, not in the "dur we know, she gave birth to you" way. She spent her whole life, okay not her whole life she spent my whole life, looking after me. Ugh I have to stop this, I am not going to make myself cry on my first day back to school. I am officially in my last year of college. I turn 18 in only 2 weeks, I will not sit here and cry half naked in my room, by myself.

I walked to my wardrobe and grabbed my uniform from inside it underneath all my clothes which had fallen off there hangers. Just my luck isnt it? Everyone else gets to wear their own clothes once they reach college but no not me, I have to attend Newton Manor Private 6th form or as I like to call it Newton Manor Private Piss Hole. I am so glad that I altered the skirt, it was way over my knees, lets just say now its defiantly above my knees. But there was nothing i could do about the hideous navy blue blazer, with shoulder pads, yes it really has shoulder pads and with the school logo over my right left breast. I pulled on my skirt and then buttoned up my crisp white shirt which had clearly been ironed only a few minutes ago as it was still warm. As I done up my dark and light blue stripped tie i could smell breakfast, which i knew without a doubt would rich in calories and protein, YAY me! I'm surprised I'm still a size 10, the amount i get feed, well any normal person would be size 32 by now.

When i had finished pulling up my knee length socks and doing my hair i went downstairs. As i suspected the first thing i see when i walk into the kitchen it porridge with scrambled eggs and some fruit compote all laid out on the table in the centre of the room. I see Sarah's body but her head is hidden inside the fridge, i carefully ran up to her without making much sound and I wrapped my arms around her waist. She jumped at the sudden unexpected touch.

"Really Lizzy, is scaring your mother the best thing to do first thing in the morning" she said in a harsh tone but her face was forming her sweet smile which i loved so much.

"Sorry mother dearest" i replied trying to give her my best puppy dog eyes and i kissed her on the cheek. So of course this would be a good time to mention that Sarah is not my real mother, but she defiantly acts and feels like it. She has been taking care of me for 6 years now. I know she will never replace my real mother, but she will always be very close in my heart.