Rock Me

Chapter Two

Chapter Two-

Orla dragged herself from the sheets, after a satisfying dinner the night before she crept to bed with a sensation of butterflies filling her stomach from the nerves of the new school she was going to attend in an hours time. She stretched out turning the alarm off on the draw beside her bed, and enthusiastically jumped from the bed onto he feet, feeling the cream soft carpet drown her toes in comfort. She walked to the full length mirror beside a set of Chester draws that held all her makeup in, and pulled her long brown locks from a tight messy bun she made before dinner. Her waist long hair fell down her sides and back, messy, but still she looked so beautiful and natural. Without hesitation she brought the brush to her head and ran the bristles through the knotted strands, loosening the tangles. She quickly brought her hair over her shoulder as it fell down over her chest which boys of all types adored from afar but thankfully no one set hands on her.

One thing she was more than happy about.

After applying a minimal amount of blush and mascara, Orla pulled out a black off the shouldered woolly jumper and a pair of black thick leggings. After slipping off her over-sized jumper and shorts she put them on in preparation to finish off getting ready. One black lace strap was showing. She then practically skipped over to her wardrobe by the window, and slipped on a pair of red vans she had gotten for Christmas the year before.

Slightly smiling, Orla walked back to the doorway and picked up her brown felt satchel with notebooks and what not for school.

Silently, she entered the beautiful bathroom that was tiled with ceramic squares and rimmed with gold tiles with swirly patterns chiseled in. She brushed her pearly whites thoroughly and jogged down the stairs and into the large designed kitchen with a little breakfast island in the centre she lent on, briefly greeting her Mother. "Hey mum." She said.

"Hello, love. Toast?" Her mum offered practically catching a slice of toast popping from the toaster. Orla nodded as her mum buttered the crispy slice and placed it on a plate for her daughter. "Are you excited for school?" Ugh. That one question Orla felt was predictable after every move.

"Can't wait." Orla sarcastically answered taking a bite of her toast and savouring the flavour. "Mum?" Her mum turned to her with a raised eyebrow in curiosity.

"Yes?"

"When will we stop moving around?" Orla tried her hardest not to make eye contact. She knew her mum didn't like answering certain questions like those. So why would she ask?

An awkward silence hit the room like a bomb. Orlas mother simply dropped a plate into the sink in a shock response to a familiar question.

"Orla.." Her mum lent over the island so she was a good few inches from her. "You have to understand what we do is for the better of you, our family and the business. Your a clever girl sweetheart, I know how good you are in school. And I also know its hard for you to befriend people. And for that I apologise for. But once you get to my age and you have children your heart and soul is set on giving nothing but the best for your offspring. We'll stop moving when the business is settled. Don't you worry about it, and go to the car and ill be there in five." She stroked Orlas cheek with her thumb as Orla slightly smirked directly looking into her mothers eyes and scanning for some type of honesty within them. But Orla couldn't find much honesty in her words.

Orla nodded slipping her bag onto her shoulder and walked out the kitchen and the front door, the cold air hit her harshly with a fast piercing breeze that sent goosebumps over her bare shoulder.

Thankfully her mum had unlocked the car from the button her car keys, so Orla jumped straight in letting out a sigh of relief feeling less of the cold attacking her. She just sat there in silence, quickly double checking her bag to make sure she had what she needed, then popping an extra strong mint she had placed in the zip the night before.