The Good, The Bad, and Everything Between

Chapter 1- Averge. Just Averge

FANTASIA UP TOP ^^^^^^^^

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Fantasia POV

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" I groaned and rolled over, turning my alarm off, and slowly opening my eyes. Reggie, my cat began to stretch on my bed near my feet, obviously not to happy about getting woken up but today was Monday, another day of school. I climbed out of bed and went into my bathroom. looking in the mirror I noticed my brown hair, all knotted and kind of oily.

Quickly, I took a shower to clean my hair and body and grabbed some clothes out of my closet. I blow dried my hair, adding a few more nice beach curls to my wave perm, and applying some mascara to my lashes and black liner to my brown eyes. I did a once over in the mirror, approving the red v-neck t-shirt and my black skinny jeans.

Looking at clock, I realized I had 20 minutes till school started. I muttered a few profanities while I laced up my red converse and ran out the door, grabbing my bag on the way. I jumped into my black Chevy Malibu and sped off to school.

I pulled into the parking lot of Midland High School and parked next Carrie's, my best friend, car. she sat against the hood of her yellow beetle, her red hair near her shoulders and blue eyes looking at Samuel, her ex-boyfriend, from across the lot. You could see the anger and sadness swirling in her blue orbs, almost as if they were battling for control.

"You know, if you keep glaring at him, he might drop dead." I remarked. she turned and smiled, hugging me.

" oh shut it. You don't know what it's like to hate someone yet still love them." She stated.

"youre right. I don't." I agreed

Suddenly I felt a large arm snake around my waist and muscular chest against my back. "Hi." Brandon replied as he kissed my cheek and let go of my waist.

He stood up and laced his fingers with mine, his huge hand covering my tiny one. he was about 6,0 and towered over my 4,11 frame. His other  hand brushing through his hair. he looked at me and his blue eyes locked with mine and he smiled.

"Could you guys, like, not make googley eyes at each other for like a minute?" Snapped Carrie.

"Nope." Brandon said, popping the "p."

Carrie huffed a little clearly annoyed but hid it with a smile quickly. she turned and hooked arms with me and we all began to walk in the school.

Carrie and I had Math first, while Brandon had history so we split ways and went to class. The day went by slowly, as normal, and nothing really interesting happened.

Lunch came quickly and I rushed to my table, food in hand . Cole, April, Jason, Carrie, and of course Brandon all followed not long after. It's kind of a small group but it works for me.

See, about two years ago, I was the new kid in school and no one wanted to hang out with me, until Brandon took me under his wing and about four months later, we started dating. it's been great ever since.

"Fanta.....? Fantasiaaaaa... FANTASIA!" I was snapped back by April calling me.

"Huh?" that was my smart reply.

" you zoned out again." Carrie explained. Damn. I hate zoning out in front of people, it's so embarrassing.

"So what do you say?" April asked.

"what do I say about what?" I asked, confused.

"about the party Friday? Rachel is throwing it and you know she throws the best bashes ever. so you wanna go?" April's London accent filled my ears.

I thought it over. Rachel was the most popular girl in school, she has a lot of money and is gorgeous and she is actually pretty nice.

"sure. why not." I said.

"YAY!! it's going to be epic!" April squealed.

After lunch we went to our last classes and then headed home.

I could tell something was off as soon as I set foot in the house. it was just way too quiet. usually it's filled with all kinds of noise. the TV is usually on, mom is usually cooking with the radio on and Brock, our dog, is usually barking but today, nothing. it was dead quiet.

"I'm home." I yelled as I walked through the living room. Nothing. "Hello?!" I screamed. Nothing. I started walking through the house. From the living room, into the kitchen, then down the hall to the laundry room, back to the kitchen, through the living room once more, and finally up the stairs.

I walk past the bathroom and then the spare room and next was my parents room. The door was slightly ajar and I heard slight weeping as I pushed the door open and the scene in front of me was heart breaking. My mom sat at the edge of her bed, crying, a note clasped in her hand.

"Momma...?" She looked up, her beautiful blue-green eyes rimmed red and her rosy cheeks were stained with tears. She look like a train wreck. Just everything about her seemed sad. Her dirty blonde hair had come half undone from her usual neat bun and her blouse was half open, exposing her tan undershirt. Her make up, which was light in general, was smeared to where you could see it. It broke my heart to see her so upset.

Light was barely coming through the closed curtains which made her shadow seem larger than it really was. I walked timidly into the dimly lit room and sat next to her in the bed. Immediately she leaned on me and cried even harder.

She began to speak into my shirt but all I heard was gibberish. "Momma, what is wrong?" I said as I lifted her head up to where I could hear her.

She sobbed even harder and just handed me the note that was clasped in her hand.

Dear Shelby and Fantasia
I'm sorry for what you are about to read as it will probably crush you, but I just can't take it anymore. The picture perfect family is just not who I am. I can't pretend to be something I'm not so I'm leaving. I gathered all the things that I need and I left the divorce papers on the counter in the kitchen. You can keep everything. I love you both, I really do, but I'm finally doing something for myself.

Love Richard.

I read the note over and over again. It wasn't a big surprise. I expected him to leave one day, but a note?! Really?? And to call us a picture perfect family is utter bull shit. We were never perfect.

"Come on Momma, lets get you to bed." I spoke softly. She doesn't need to see my anger. It's not her fault I had a dick for a father.

I bent down and lifted her feet slightly to take off her heels. She unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and slid it off her shoulders. I went to her drawers and grabbed some soft pajama shorts then handed them to her. Her sobbing had dwindled to sniffles as she stepped out of her skirt and slipped on the shorts. Quietly she pulled back her comforter and climbed in bed.  I left the room when I knew she was falling asleep, Turing off the light as I went.

I trudged to my room. This was all just a little too much. My mind was whirling and a headache began to form. I stripped down to nothing and slipped a huge t-shirt on and just climbed in bed. It was barely 5 o'clock but I was drained.

I drifted to sleep with nothing but angry thoughts floating in my head. Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well.