Chapter 1

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Chapter 1:

The beginnings.

Hawkins.

It's a strange town, yet it seems so normal to the onlooker. I remember when I first arrived here, I landed at the airport. It was a long flight from California. Originally I am Russian (on my dads side), but my mum is from San Fransisco which is where my parents met.

My dad is a kind man, despite the common stereotyping that is involved around Russians (especially during the 80s) he is a kind and gentle soul. He recently has been growing his hair out it is very curly and is somewhat like a mullet which is very trendy right now, he is often dressed in band shirts and jeans if he's not in suits for work. And he always has a different pair of sunglasses for any occasion, your getting married cool he has a pair of sunnies, your fish died cool he has one for that too. I always loved my dad, more than my "new" mum even. My dad is a wealthy man. I never knew exactly what he did but he claimed to be a businessman. The only time I ever asked him what he did he immediately said businessman, he then told me not to ask anymore questions about his job ever.

My "mum" and I don't get along, she and dad met at a bar when I was 15, she was 28, my dad wad 48.

You do the math, how would you like it if someone like 10 years older than you started dating your dad.

She's the typical gold digger type, she is gorgeous though, despite her cardboard box of a personality. She is tall around 5'10, she has gorgeous slim long tan legs, her waist is small and her breast are on the larger side, there is not a single imperfection in her skin. Her face is slim and she has piercing blue eyes, her blonde her stops around her shoulders and is always blown out into a perm or some form of blow dryer look. She got into jazzercise and is now basically only seen in her excessive clothes. I have always been a little jealous of her and her beauty.

She's nothing like my real mum, I've only seen her in a photo but she looks like me, brown eyes, dirty blonde hair and a baby face. She is stunning. I never met my mum she died giving birth to me, but I like to remember her, me and dad always used to sit in my bed and he would tell me stories about her, and how they met. They were so in love.

I was 13 when we moved from Russia to California. I didn't feel like we were moving, it felt like we were fleeing, running away. I'm glad we left Russia, but it was so sudden. My dad said it was very urgent and we had to leave, the next day we had packed everything we owned and got on a one way flight to California. I could t even say bye to my friends, and no phones work across countries to call them form California.

Moving to San Francisco was a big change for me, I went from being a little girl to a teenager during this time. California is nothing like Russia, it's so colourful and everybody is always happy, and everybody is smoking weed. I have smoked weed a few times, I'm not a stoner but if I've had a rough day then yes I will hit a join to calm down. The first time I was offered weed was on my first day of school, middle school. San Fransisco was amazing, once I was in high school.  I attended a high school in the Bay Area, after school my friends and I would all go down to the marina and muck around until it got dark. It was the best time. I loved it there.

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"I don't understand why we have to move dad?!" I said looking at my dad in shock of what news I had just been told. "You love it here, I love it here, even bloody Crystal loved it here (his girlfriend), we can't move!"
"I understand that you like it here Kitty Kat, but like I said my job needs me somewhere else again." He said as he cleared the dinner table into the kitchen sink trying to end the conversation.

Mum used to call me kitty Kat.

I got up out of my chair and followed him into the kitchen, "but dad, I'm almost done high school, don't you care about that, can't we just wait until I've finished." I said. My dad turned to face me while leaning on the sink.

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