I Dare You

I Dare You- [1]

I Dare You- Chapter One.

It was a Saturday evening, around nine o'clock. The rain pattered lightly against the pane of the old fashioned window in the living room. It was oddly comforting.  I smiled to myself as I sipped on the Cadburys hot chocolate in my favourite mug that I was holding.

I switched on the television and flicked through the channels. I found old episodes of ‘friends’ that replayed again and again and I gladly watched it without caring about the fact I had seen this particular episode four or five times before.

I was roughly half way through the episode when I heard the familiar, far too happy voice of my mother shouting from the hallway,

"Daisy," I heard a bang and an 'ouch', "I'm home! Where are you?" she finished.

"In the living room," I called back not wanting to get up from my warm spot. My mother was just back from work. She works as a very well known fashion designer for many famous people, she just returned from her studio on the north side of town.

"Come here! I need you to help me put away the shopping," She called nearer the door now. I sighed and let out a groan.

"Fine..." I mumbled and set my mug down. I stood up, lifting up the blanket in the process. I shivered, it wasn't cold, but I was just so warm compared to the half broken heating system that 'works'.  "Coming," I said a little louder then my 'fine' just so she would know I really was coming and she wouldn't come in and tear the blanket off me.

I got up and peeled the blanket away from me. I slid on my pair of slipper socks to stop my feet from freezing on the cold tiled floor and hurried out to the kitchen to stop my mother from getting into a bad mood and then she would start telling of how much a pain I am and she wished my father to be here to whip me into shape. It was always the same lines to make me feel guilty.

"You know, I think we should move closer to town," I spoke to her as I put away a tin of baked beans (Yuck!)  , "I am always getting up so early, I mean… Four in the morning! Geez mum, why was living in the country so important to you if you wanted me to get a good education? I am half asleep in classes, Mr. Kelly says we have an assignment soon and if I don't pull my grades up, I won't be able to go up next year, I'll be held behind!" I whined, a little grumpy from my sleep. I was like a toddler.

"Oh, stop moaning! I'm sure we'll sort something out," my mother sighed from frustration. She was never the one to worry; besides, she thought that having an education was a stupid thing, although she never did have a chance at it. My mum grew up on a farm and her parents abused her until she was seven and then the police caught them, she then moved here, to the out skirts of Oxford with her aunt and met my dad at seventeen.  It's such a romantic story.  My dad's story, well… He is in the army, a marine something or other. He came from a very wealthy family line and inherited lots of money and gave most of it to my mother to get throu8gh without him. My dad is the kindest, most generous man you could meet.

"Daisy, you better go up to bed… I'll finish off here," My mum said quietly, I put down the bottle of fizzy water I was about to lift and nodded agreeing with her that I would be unbelievably tired tomorrow if I didn't go now.  

I silently walked up to my room, grabbing my blanket as I went. Tomorrow was going to be a long day…