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There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

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(A.N hello :) Thank you for taking time to read my story. I just want to let you know a couple of things before you read on.

ONE; this is only my second fanfic so if it's not up to scratch please leave feedback comments so i can improve further chapters, thank you!

TWO; This story is set a few years in the future

THREE; i just want to let you know that i have gone into so much detail you wouldn't belive with this story, the names of my characters are very important. I have researched name meanings and each character's names meaning suits the personality of the person, please bear this in mind since i have gone to so much troube doing this!

Enjoy :) xx)

 

 

Chapter 1, Not Now

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* screamed my alarm clock, sitting on on my bedside table. It was 6:30 am, time to get ready up work. I stumbled out of my warm double bed and into the coldness of my bedroom. I grabbed my black silk dressing gown, wrapped it around myself and made my walk to the kitchen. I was 21 and lived on my own, in a penthouse apartment in London. I hadn't always lived on my own, infact it was only recently that i had to adjust to it again. I had been in a long term relationship with a boy i had met from college, Ross. I had moved out of home when i was 16, sounds young, doesn't it? You see i never got on with my parents. They were both wealthy and successfull buisness partners, and had very little time for me. I grew up, mostly being tended to by a nanny, and when i was with my parents all we would do was argue. The main reason; they didn't like the way i was. I mean, i was quite a rebelious teenager, i was quite reckless. My parents always thought they could replace the fact they wern't there for me by buying me gifts, but really all i wanted was parents who cared for me, isn't that too much to ask? I soon got fet up with it all. I was never overly popular in school, i was the nerdy art freak. I didn't have many friends, i mean, don't get me wrong i had a small circle of close friends who i adored and still adore this very day, but i didn't have the greatest time at school. I was fed up of my parents never being there for me emotionally, but still controlling every other aspect of my life and got emancipated at the age of 16. A bit extreme, right?

(A.N Emancipation is a legal mechanism by which a minor is freed from control by his or her parents or guardians, and the parents or guardians are freed from any and all responsibility toward the child.)

But it's what i needed. I won quite a large sum of money from the court case, and bought myself a small apartment. My parents tried to stay in contact with me, they said they were 'sorry' for neglecting me, but i didn't really care. I mean, i care about them in a way; they are my parents, but i never had that emotional bond most children have with their parents. My dad still feels guilty about it and sends me a sum of money every month to help pay for the cost of my bills (for the apartment i live in now, which he bought me for my18th birthday), which i don't need. Ross moved in with me, since we had been together since i was 17. After i left college, i went to work for a company called Sony. I'm a promoter, online journalist and what the company calls one of it's 'Personalities'. I have a weekly slot on Radio One in which i interview new and upcoming artists (who are working with Sony in one way), artists who have new albums out etc and generally play music from acts associated with Sony. I also have to do video interviews for our online website and get paid enough to support my living, so dad doesn't really need to keep medeling. I had recently had some time off work, due to my split with Ross. Ross was a few years older than me, and like me, loved to party, maybe a bit too much. He had been cheating on me with a variety of different females, including one of my best friends, Rebecca. We no longer speak.. I had had a rocky past with relationships, and it has taken significant effect over me, but yeah, that's pretty much my story and today was my first day back at work.

I had decided to have french toast. I loved to cook, and growing up alone i pretty much had to learn to do everything for myself, including cooking, which i was resonably good at. Again, i had made enough for two people. I had to adjust to this single life. I put the extra portion in the fridge and decided it for a snack. After eating i got into the shower, brushed my teeth and, wrapped in a towel, made my way back though my cold apartment into my bed room. I towel dried my hair. My hair was quite long, blonde, and naturally slightly wavy. It hung about 2 inched abouve my navel. The ends were dip-dyed a lilacy blue and pink (A.N The insparation for the look of this character is this picture http://tinyurl.com/7n5bqfl ). I blow dried my hair and straightened it. Next i needed to find an outfit. I had an office at Sony, but i was told to always dress 'Appropritley casual and NEVER too formal' since i could be called out to do an interview at any moment and needed to look, well, like me and not smart me. It took a while, but i had decided on my grey Pink Floyd shirt, black ripped jeans and military boots. All that was left to do now was my face. I never usually wore much make up. I applied a very light layer of foundation, mascara and did my everyday thin winged eyeliner, concentrating very hard on my blue-green eyes making sure i didn't smudge it. I shoved on some feather earings and my cross ring, grabbed my black Oscar Skylar tote bag and put the essentials in it, purse, iPhone, some lunch from the fridge (pesto pasta, can of coke and a packet of ready salted crisps) and i was ready to go. Even though it was May, and getting warmer i grabbed my black JOY cropped jacket, grabbed my keys and left my apartment.

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