It'll Be Okay

Chapter one- Meet the family

The sound of yelling woke me up, like it had plenty of times before. It was the usual 'I don't want to be with you anymore David' and 'Get the damn divorce papers!'. After three years of them bickering, I got used to it. I don't really understand why they are even still together, they don't love each other anymore.
I remembered back at their wedding, I was seven years old. My mum walked down the aisle, her white dress flowing behind her, my dad with tears in his eyes. I hope I never turn out like them, I'd be disgusted in myself. What they have now is nothing but a poisoned marriage, something that I don't ever wish for.
I reached over to the dressing table and put my wide glasses on and got dressed into my new uniform. A white button up shirt, black jeans, striped purple and white tie, and a dark purple blazer. What unusual school colours.

I made my way out of my room and down the stairs. My room was on the top floor, on the left. The room next to mine was the guest room, but most of the time it's dad's study room. My dad owns a resort here in Australia Queensland. He spends hours filling out paperwork for the company. I walked to the kitchen were my parents were arguing. It made me nervous seeing two bickering adults in the same room as knives. My mum noticed me standing there and smiled. "Wow honey! You look wonderful in the new uniform!"
"Thanks mum." I muttered, not impressed.
"What would you like for breakfast, champ?" Dad said as he made his way over to me and patted me on the shoulder. Not really 'patted'. More like hit with the great force of a huge hammer. Mum glanced at her watch, ANC her eyes widened.
"We're gonna be late!!" She exclaimed, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket and flung my school bag over her shoulder. Then grabbed my rust and basically dragged me to the car.
In case you didn't know, my mum drives like a madman. Dodging cars like bullets and overtaking large trucks. Since there isn't really any cops or speed cameras in our town, she can get away with it. The best I can do when she drives is grab the seatbelt and hold on for dear life, hoping we don't cause a scene of piles of crashed cars in the middle of the road.