In My Life

Chapter 2

I was awoken by hearing shouting on the phone. John was still tightly wrapped around my waist and I can feel him breathing softly on my neck.

"What do you mean you're staying in London for another week?" Mum said harshly.

"There's a girl isn't there?" She spoke softer this time so she wouldn't wake us up, but she sounded defeated.

She hangs up the phone and starts to clean the kitchen. I bite my lip and my stomach starts to churn. John starts stirring and I turn over to look at him but that is when I realize how sore I am from lying on the floor all night and I groan in discomfort.

John sits up and arches his back, "Well we shouldn't have slept on the floor."

"No shit," I answered, rolling my eyes.

"No shit," he says, mocking me and mimicking my voice.

"Shut up!"


"Shut up," he says again, trying to mimic me.

I slap him in the back and he looks at me with an exaggerated smile.

"Hey you guys are finally up," Mum said to us, putting down her wash cloth but she was watching how John's hand was somehow still on my waist.

John quickly let go of my waist catching on and he got up slowly.

"Well I better get going," he said, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. "I'll see you later," he said to me with a small wink.

He walked out of the door with his scruffy hair and his baggy clothes and I smiled to myself.

"So," Mum said to me, walking over. "A boy sleeping with you?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "I've known him since I was eleven Mum he is always over. It's not like it was the first time."

"Well you're sixteen now....and you know....boys," she trailed off.

I laughed at the fact that dating any of the boys is funny to her, "Don't worry about that Mum."

She smiled and I didn't bring up the conversation that she had with Dad. I kissed her cheek and ran upstairs to my room. I checked the time and it was 9:30 in the morning. I sighed and looked in the mirror. My hair was back to a frizz bomb and I brushed it out once more.

Lizzy was walking home from school, depressed because it didn't go so well. She was looking up, walking aimlessly with dried tears on her cheeks. All of a sudden she bumped into someone and she looked up. It was a boy with brown scruffy hair and hazel eyes.

"Oi watch it," he said, rubbing his chest. "Why are you so short?"

Lizzy rolled her eyes, "Cause I'm eleven."

The boy laughed and pushed her away, "Stupid accent," He spat.

Lizzy's cheeks were red with fury. She was already having a bad day. She turned around and kicked him in the crotch. His eyes widened and he grabbed his crotch falling to the floor. He was groaning with pain. 
"Shut up! I've already had a bad day," Lizzy said with clenched fists.

He finally had the courage to get up and he turned to her.

He pushed her to the ground, "I don't care."

Lizzy got up and screamed and tackled him to the floor. They were fighting and slapping each other and Lizzy was on top of him. They kept taking turns going on top of each other, yelling and slapping.