S.c.a.r.l.e.t.t/Scarlett (whichever you prefer) is a story I've been working on for a while now. I've already got a few chapters completed so updating should be quite fast to start off with.
I've more or less decided that the story will remain as Scarlett's POV, some chapters might be exceptions.
Chapter 1 - Where The Lines Overlap
We were always known as 'them', 'that' family'. The ageing ex- business man and his two hooligans of children. Dysfunctional by name, dysfunctional by nature. No one ever strived for much in the Darcy family, you got what you were given and were happy with it, dreaming was for fools and there was no time for dreaming in the real world. Dad did his best raising us, after everything he went through with mum's unexpected departure, you could say that apart from the odd girlfriend or two he could've done much worse. It was normal for him to have low expectations for my brother and I from the get go. What, with his reckless behaviour and my 'stinking' attitude you could say that our reputation was far from rosy.
The majority of the rest of the town seemed so prim and proper, all dressed up and with egos to match. School was no different, like your stereotypical school everyone had their own 'herd'. The bitches, the nerds, the chavs, and the ones who were destined to work in McDonald's. I can never really say I belonged to any of those groups, I mean, I certainly wasn't a lone wolf, but the idea of having to belong to one of those labelled products of society never did appeal to me.
Friends came and left like the few weeks of sun that bathed the weary streets of London, causing a break in the monotonous grey which was all too keen to return once the sluggish heat had overstayed its welcome. All too often they grew bored of my lack of social skills and hate of the local nightlife, finding some excuse or another to refrain from acknowledging my existence. However, there was one permanent guest in the non-existant party which was my social life.
Cassie was a natural born leader, strikingly beautiful and the envy of every fake-bake covered bitch in our year. She walked through life with her head held high and her middle finger higher. I considered myself as nothing special, sure, I had big blue eyes and waist long hair which framed my face and its pixie-like features but Cassie was the masterpiece whereas I was those colourful but disordered strokes the artist never intended to make whilst drying his brushes. We were always on the same wavelength, the closest thing to a sister I had ever known. It certainly helped having her with me in school, she could make us teacher's pets in a heartbeat and reduce even the most intimidating of the staff to laughter with a few witty comments here and there.
It was obvious we weren't like the others though, it was actually quite hard to believe we were part of the same species as those dubstep worshipping, paul's boutique loving sheep that were considered our 'classmates'. The chavs especially hated us, Cassie would tease from a distance, close enough for them to see, but far enough to be within the protective barrier of the teacher on duty, she always was a 'cheeky little sod' as the lunch ladies would affectionately say whenever they caught her mocking the hooded group. They would shake their fists and scowl in our direction, sometimes being brave enough to shout abuse whenever the teacher let his gaurd down. Their profanities were always met with Cassie's jeering laughter, nothing but empty threats she would tell me, empty threats...