Too Young For This

Chapter One

"You can't wear that Alana!" My sister Tess shouted in outrage "Mum will have a fit!"

I rolled my eyes at her and turned back to my mirror, admiring my new outfit. It is a black lace belly top and a short black skirt along with my gorgeous 6inch heels. I had saved up all my money for 3 months in order to be able to purchase this outfit. As you can tell, I am a deprived child who's mother does not value fashionable clothes; instead she prefers ankle length skirts and tops that certainly cover your bum. As for heels... Well, don't even get me started.

"Mum isn't here Tess" I stated the obvious "therefore her rules do not apply to me."

"You are crazy Alana."

"I know" I smirked, and flipped my blonde hair over my shoulder in one dramatic motion.

Glancing at my phone which was tucked safely in my small black, diamanté studded shoulder bag, I realised my cab would be here in a matter of minutes.

Checking my makeup one last time, I looked at Tess with a smile and said "don't wait up."

She shook her head at me as I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs.

Tess has always been the goody child. Always obeying our mother's strict rules and regulations about the clothes we wear, the way we speak, the friends we make... The list goes on and on and Tess follows those rules like the law. She wears three-quarter length shorts in the summer so that she never has too much skin on show. She never shortens her words and always speaks proper English. Her friends... Well that's another story. But she was Tessa, my sister, and I loved her despite the fact she always acted like an angel.

It was cold outside, I should have bought that leather jacket I saw in the sale, I thought. I suppose it is early January so I should have really thought about it, but I was just too excited to get out and show off my new outfit.

The good thing about going to a club alone is that if no one likes your outfit, it doesn't matter. You'll never see them again. And you will probably be too drunk to even remember what they said.

And I guess, that is what I like about it. You can turn up and be anyone you want to be because after that one night, you are most likely to never see those people ever again.

The cab pulled up to the curb outside my house and as we drove off, I saw Tess looking out of our bedroom window, watching the car drive off until it was out of sight.

I felt bad because I had left her home alone, but again, the excitement took hold of me and in an instant I had forgotten about Tess.

The drive to the club was short, considering we live right in the middle of town I wasn't expecting to take that long.

That's why I couldn't live in the country. You are just so isolated from everything around you. If you wanted to go out for the evening where would you go? To get drunk with the cows?!

Steeping out of the cab in to the freezing air again, I paid the driver the amount for the fair and went to the back of the queue outside of the club.

It was huge.

I'd say that there were at least 70 people standing in line.

And I am not one for waiting.

Starting back up to the front of the queue where the security guard was standing, I noticed he was a young guy.

This should be easy.

Pulling my top down so my cleavage was way more visible, I walked up to him, swaying my hips a little.

"Hey" I giggled "think you could let me in?"

He looked me up and down, his eyes staying on my chest for way longer than they should have.