So this is my first time writing a story so it's probably not very good but i hope you like it. This story will contain some sex and violence, there's the warning :) enjoy xx
The picture is of Grace xx
It’s the last day of summer and tomorrow I have to go back to that hell whole they call high school. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m one of those kids that doesn’t actually mind school but the thought of going back for my senior year scares me. This is the year everyone is going to remember and the year you make big decisions, decisions that stay with you for the rest of your life; college, career paths, exams. It’s just like having your future thrust upon you, a future I would rather not think about for a while. So as I lay in my garden making most of the sunshine, I thought about what senior year would bring me, and boy was I in for a rough year.
“Beep, beep!” Is all I heard, I knew straight away it was coming from my rather annoying alarm clock. I threw my hand up to try and shut it off but missed and ended up falling flat on my face and onto the cold surface which was, of course, my wooden floor. I got up and muttered to myself about how this was just what I needed to happen the first day back, I could then tell that today was going to be a long day. I mean I should know by now how clumsy I am and how I’m always the one it happens to but it still doesn’t reassure me.
I went to turn on my shower; while the water was heating up I went to choose my outfit for today. It didn’t look to cold outside so I went with my blue washed out skinnies and a simple checked shirt and cardigan. By the time I had chosen the water was nice and hot. After my shower and I’d got dressed I did my make-up and hair. I decided not to put a lot on and just went with mascara and little eyeliner. I decided to blow dry my blonde hair instead of letting it dry to my natural frizz, when I was done I examined myself in the mirror and thought I looked good for the first day back. I grabbed my tote from the side of my bed, slipped on my vans and took my car keys from my cupboard and headed downstairs.
By the time I got down the stairs my sister Darcy had her hair and makeup perfect and was casually eating her breakfast. Darcy was unbelievably pretty for 15 and had dark brown hair and an amazing fashion sense; sometimes people didn’t even think we were related considering we were poles apart. Mum was just on her way out the door when she saw me “morning Grace don’t worry about doing me dinner tonight I’ve got stay late for a meeting, love you” “yeah love you to, bye Mum”. The thing about my Mum is she always works. She has since I can remember, she is always away on conference calls and I usually look after Darcy. Mum is never really around most of the time so it was usually just me and Darcy. I mean Mum did care about us but I sometimes get the impression it would be easier if we weren’t around. See the thing is, my Mum got pregnant with me when she was just breaking in to the business world and it didn’t help that my “Dad” had just left her. Anyway, she had me and a couple of years later, she met my step-dad Dale. Dale was lovely and I consider him to be my real dad, he has always been there for me and made us feel like a proper family. When Darcy came along everything was going so well. We had a great family unit. When I was 6 and Darcy was 4 we moved to America and now live in California. We moved because mum was given a great job over here and Dale too. We found the house it had 5 bedrooms 3 en suites and was perfect for our family. The thing is about a year ago things started going downhill, Mum and Dale were arguing all the time and it turned out he had met someone else, someone who he loved. Now don’t get me wrong I hated what he had done to Mum but he was now happy and everyone deserves that. So now Darcy goes to stay every other weekend and sometimes for weeks, I don’t go though. It somehow feels weird seeing as we are not actually related. So mum tries going on dates and stuff but its awkward when you have a 17 year old daughter who's always at home.