My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #19: The Last Deception

BLURB:

Ivy Whispers, a girl of innocence. Well, innocent until proven guilty.

Her father was always safe behind the wheel, always cautious and careful. But no one can be cautious and careful when the collision was a trapped corner in the darkest side of the forest. We were headed to a new house Dad bought for Mom and the baby. And me, I guess, but that wasn't the point when I sat in the back, minding my own business reading. It happened all too quickly, the car on the other side of the road happened.

And so did the death of my parents too.

I needed a new start, a new beginning.

So, I thought moving back to London would do the trick, it turns out, nothing could have been worse than choosing to return. To take on a position I wish I wasn't seated in, and a new school, with new people and a new nightmare every time on the horizon.

And somehow, an amber-eyed boy and a blue-eyed military man gets in the way of it all.

CHAPTER 1

I stare at the thunderous mountain of rain falling from the dark clouds on the pavement above the house. It didn't rain on the day of their funeral. It was sunny, too hot for black clothing, I wore a silk black dress because my shopping assistant chose it. I wore make-up because my make-up artist forbid me to step outside in public if I didn't. Seventeen years old and hating my life already. I remember the day vividly, just six months ago. I could still hear her screams, Mom's screams, and mine. I could hear the pain of Dad's wails before he lost breath first. He went first, then Mom, and the baby in her womb, my little sister, died too.

I stand in front of the mirror now, in the red and black uniform, with a white blouse and my honey blonde curls tied in a low ponytail. Light make-up, where I'm only wearing mascara and hoping that would do it. I grab my school bag, turning off the light to the master bedroom I sleep in.

I took the bus. Seeing many kids my own age too, fear clutched around my neck like a snake sticking in its fangs. My back hurt, it still stung, the scar, the reminder...the loss of it all. I open my Jane Austin novel to the first page, it's my first day today at Crestwood View High School, of central London, this place might as well be called the go-to school for colleges like Harvard and Princeton, and Yale. Popular, prestigious, hard-working and expensive.

I saw a girl with dark blonde hair reading the same book as me.

Only she was surrounded by males who looked happy to tease her, only I notice the school ID of one of them and see that they were first year juniors. I know it was weird, turning up mid year, but I wasn't staying in New York, not for another minute.

"You look lonely there, new girl." I hear behind me.

A pale-skinned male pops up behind me, pulling out an AirPod, I gesture to the book, "Just concentrated. Perhaps another nickname would be accommodating, don't you think?" I use a British accent, one I knew was practiced and poised. He smirks, blue eyes looking happier now, somehow, his perfect white teeth beneath his full pale lips. He was huge as he took a seat next to me.

"Mind if I sit?" He asks me, his deep and enriched accent rolling over the atmosphere.

"Depends."

"On what, lovely?" He asks me, hands on his thighs, he still wore the uniform, just had a football jersey instead of a blazer.

"Junior or senior?" I ask him, slowly as I keep the book open in my lap, crossing one leg over the other when I could feel the heat from just one leg, his eyes were dilated and so I could sense he was attracted to me, now this isn't something I was scared of, just not interested. Not looking. While this one was easy on the eyes, a grand smile, athletic, hopefully smart, but he was nice just by deciding to sit next to me.