Sturniolo's Younger Sister

Chapter 1 : Meeting Matt & Marylou

Melissa's POV:

I was sitting in my English class when there was a knock on the classroom door. A pupil support teacher walked in. I silently prayed she wasn't going to come and take me out of class and that it would be someone else she wanted to speak with. For some context, I am a part of the pupil support department at my school because of my anxiety. The pupil support department is okay sometimes but when I'm constantly being pulled out of class it can get annoying. So, to get them off my back so they don't keep getting in the way of my higher exam classes I simply told them my anxiety hasn't been as bad recently. God knows if they believed me or not but it's my only chance at continuing my exam classes without interruption.

"Melissa Smith could you please come with me," the PS teacher asks. 'For fuck sake' I think to myself. "Oh and bring your things Melissa you won't be coming back," she adds. I curse under my breath while gathering my things and then I follow her out the door. "Why have I been pulled out of class?" I ask. "Well... It's a long story okay Melissa? Why don't we go down to the front office and it will all be explained by your older brother when we get there," Ms Lowe (PS teacher's name) replies.

"I don't have an older brother... I only have my younger sister Lily and she should be in class right now," I say. At this point I'm very confused. "Just follow me," Ms Lowe sighs. She starts walking down the hall and I follow her. I am beyond confused as of right now. Ms Lowe knows that my only sibling is my sister.

After we arrive at the front office, she signs me out of school for today and then turns to me. "Go over to those seats towards that boy sitting there and start speaking to him. He is here to collect you," she points to a boy with wavy brown hair sitting in one of the brightly coloured chairs in the front office. I walk over to him and then he looks up. He has blue eyes, like me. "Hello my name is Matt," he says softly. He sounds American. "Hi my name is Melissa," I reply awkwardly. "Sorry I don't know who you are or why you're here and I really don't mean to come across as rude when I say that I'm just really confused at the moment," I continue. "It's okay. There's a lot of things that need explained. But, for starters I am one of your older brothers. You have 4," he says. "Okay... are you going to tell me everything here or..." I trail off. "No but everything will make sense soon. Our mom is waiting in the car by the way. Her name is Marylou." He smiles.

We are now walking through the car park and of course, it's pissing it down with rain. We eventually get to the car. It looks like a rental car so they must not be from around here. Maybe they are American just like I thought they were. I hop into the back of the car while Matt gets into the driver seat. "Sorry I feel rude asking this but do you guys not live here in the UK?" I ask. "Oh no don't be sorry," the woman who I assume is Marylou smiles, "And no, we aren't from the UK. Me and your dad live in Boston and Matt, Nick and Chris live in LA." I take a mental note of Chris and Nick's names and assume that they're 2 of my other brothers. "Let's head to where you live Melissa and talk to your foster parents about when you're going to move to LA," Marylou continues. I smile and nod slightly and then say, "Okay." 

On our drive to my house it's quiet except the dull buzz of the radio. I think when Marylou was talking to me about my foster parents she assumed Matt had already told me that the people who I thought were my parents weren't actually and were just my foster parents. He hadn't. I was actually really upset that my foster parents weren't my real parents. I had been kept in the dark and lied to about all of this information for years. And yes, I understand telling an eight year old all this might have gone down badly and they wouldn't have understood but for goodness sake I'm sixteen. Yes I may still be just a 'silly' teenager but I can handle information and I would like to know if it's important and especially if it's about me. That might sound self centred but honestly it's weird to me how they kept this from me for so long. Why didn't my foster parents tell me? Did they not think I was responsible enough? Did they not think I was capable enough to keep it a secret from other people? Because I could. I only have one friend and I'm starting to really not trust her at all but who cares. I'm done with all the drama certain people bring. (real). 

The car pulled into the drive of my house. I didn't even think my foster parents would be home. They normally work on weekdays. But, to my surprise they are. At least, I think they are because my family's car is in the drive. Marylou walks up to the front door with me and Matt trailing behind. She rings the doorbell and my foster mum opens the door.

Author Speaks!

Hi thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my book I really hope you liked it. Sorry if there's any spelling or grammar errors I am writing this at 1am. Gotta love insomnia guys. Anyways since this is my first book I am open to suggestions on how to improve my writing as I am not a pro.

Last of all have a good day/evening or whatever time it is for you. Remember to drink water and stay safe! :)

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