Road Trip

Road Trip:Chapter One

Hi guys! I'm back!

Sorry to disrupt this story (again) but I've been feeling as though I could change a lot of stuff in order to improve it, so I decided I'd give a go! Don't worry, it'll still follow roughly the same plot line as before, and it's still Beth and Logan, just a few extra characters added in, and  a few taken out, for that matter. Drop me a comment or a private message if there's anything that's confusing you, or you want to ask about, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

I should be done with this revamping of Road Trip soon, so keep your eyes peeled!

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Since being a kid, the best part of my day has always been when I first woke up. I know that sounds crazy, especially considering it takes me at least two coffees before I can leave the house, and I can't hold a conversation with anyone apart from the post man until at least 10am, but I just love waking up and having those sacred five minutes in bed, you know what I mean? Those heavenly five minutes where I can pretend that the rest of my day is going to go amazingly, and I can actually believe whilst I'm there; before I'm forced to get up and accept today is going to be as shitty as the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that.

You get my drift, right?

But today, for some reason not even God could answer, that was being taken away from me.

The only good part of my day was being stolen. And by who, you might wonder?

Molly Jones.

Molly was a year younger than me, and although we shared the same set of parents, we were almost the two most opposite kind of people there is. She had a thing for makeup and boys and anything and everything pink.

I hate pink.

When we were kids, we were forced to share a bedroom because our parents didn't see the point in upgrading from a one-bedroom apartment after having three children- how crazy would that have been?

This meant that me, Molly and our brother, Trent, had all been cramped into a box- sized bedroom, and for a few years it'd been really fun sharing with my siblings- like one continuous sleep over.

But then the fights had begun between my mom and dad. He was working late, she lacked attention, the usual, and they decided to split when I had just turned thirteen. A year after that, my mom met Matt Reed. He was nice, worked at the sheriff's department down town helping with petty crimes and such. He was in his late thirties, a tall man, with a nice smile and thick, brown hair. Me and Molly liked him straight away, but Trent wasn't too keen. I think that was one of the biggest reasons why he moved in with my Dad after Matt and my Mom married.

Matt had two kids of his own, Logan and Grace. Grace was only seven, but she had these beautiful big, blue eyes, just like her brother. I've never met their Mom, but they must have inherited them from because they were almost breath-taking-ley stunning. She was a sweet kid, some could even call her a little shy, but she seemed to like me and Molly just as much as we liked her.

Her brother, on the other hand, was a pain in the ass. He was rude, obnoxious, and unbelievably narcissistic. And the amount of times over the past three years he's tried to bed my friends is unbelievable. I'd told him a million times how embarrassing it was, but he didn't seem to care.

I put it down to the fact he was an emotionless bastard, but my Mom had told me I wasn't allowed to say that out loud. Something about him having 'mommy issues'.

But back to the point of this entire rant, the best part of my day is those glorious five minutes in bed, yes?

Well today, Molly was taking that away from me.