Saving Ingrid

Big New World

My name is Ingrid Mortimer, I'm 16. My family is from England, we moved to Australia last year. when my mother and father went through a nasty split. We were told to choose between one or the other. I had originally chosen my mother who was staying in England, not because i love her more, simply because that is where my life was.

All my friends, the life i worked so hard to build. I ruled my school everyone loved me. I loved me! But it was like a chain reaction. My parents split, my boyfriend of 7 years cheated on me, and my friends well, turns out are not really good friends after all.

Everything i cared for was pretty much ruined. So i packed my things, had multiple looks of disappointment from my mother, said goodbye to the one friend i had left, got on a plane and started my new life here.

My first night in our new house was chaotic, no one talked much. My brother came with Dad and I to Australia, his name is Jordan, he's 22 and quite rebellious, I could see him out the front standing on the sidewalk puffing on a cigarette. "its a filthy habit" my mother would say to him at least once a day. I think maybe that would be one of the reasons he chose dad.

Looking at him through the window, he looked sad and angry all at once. He is the only one in our messed up family that has black hair. it dangles straight across his forehead just touching his big black eyebrows which are always looking in perfect condition. Atleast he takes pride in his hair i guess.

He looked towards the house and stared at me with those big emerald green eyes, they were almost glowing, we always discussed how different from the rest of us he looked. i have two older sisters Tamin and Teal and two older brothers Jett and Jordan then my younger sister Tessa. All of us but Jordan have sandy blonde hair almost brown and some shade of blue eyes, my mother has brown hair and brown eyes and my father has blonde hair and blue eyes.

Mother always said Jordan must just be a throwback to somewhere in the family. He literally is the black sheep in the family. I'm the only sibling that he gets along with, also dad but thats not hard he is the biggest push over, but we love him.

Jordan finished his smoke and dropped it on the ground and stamped it out. He flashed me a quick smile then came inside. He and dad shared a quick glance and he trudged to his new room without a word.

"Whats wrong with him dad?" i asked as i was putting books into the shelves. Dad simply shrugged and went back to unpacking the dvd's and tv.

"you may as well get some sleep we can continue unpacking in the morning" dad spoke then gave me a kiss on the forehead and walked off. Not arguing with that idea i left the room and headed to my bedroom. As our family is quite well off my room was of quite generous size, walking trough to my wardrobe i chose the door next to it which opened to my very own bathroom, i never had this before but now i couldn't think of anything better.

I looked into the mirror and took in my appearance. I had died bright red hair which takes a lot of maintaining it hangs straight down to my bottom, i take out the two bobby pins that held my hair out of my face and let in hang in front of my big blue eyes, before i start playing with different style fringes i could try.

I giggle at the funny faces i pull then looked down to the scissors sitting in the glass cup on the basin, i pick them up and hold my hair in place and sniped it into a front fringe. Red locks fall to the floor as i neaten my fringe up, i looked from side to side then took my phone out and took a few selfies, laughed at how impulsive that was, put my hair into a large bun then grabbed my makeup wipes.

Around my blue eyes i have winged eyeliner on and very long eyelashes. Gently i rub off the eyeliner mascara and eyeshadow. Moving to my lips i start rubbing off my nude lipstick that i wear on day to day basis simply because I'm obsessed with lipstick and must always be wearing some. Lastly i wipe off my foundation, looking into the mirror at my bare white face i wonder why i try so hard with all this makeup.

Quickly washing my face i turn the light off and open the next door to my wardrobe. Now i had a walk in robe back in England, but this one was twice the size. It really gave me the biggest smile to see all the room i had in there for all of my things.

I put on my pyjama shirt then went to bed. However i couldn't sleep, since the split i haven't been able to get to sleep very easily. Its not easy when people don't tell you things and your just left in the dark. I am not at all sure what happened between my parents, we were possibly the happiest family then all of a sudden we weren't. my mother and father wouldn't tell us why just that they don't work anymore and this is for the best. Since the split Jordan hasn't been the same either. He had been quitter then usual and more closed off. After a few hours i finally dozed off.

A/N sorry if this was a boring chapter, it's pretty much to just paint the picture. Trust me when I say it's gets intense.