“Wake up, Wake up Caroline!” I quickly risen up. I slowly tilted my head, “Wha...What is it?” I murmured, whilst yawning dramatically. “Were here, were here!” My little brother George excitedly said whilst jumping on me.
George was my step-brother, although we were really close enough to being brothers and sisters. He was really smart for a 10 year old, even I wouldn’t dare to start an argument with him – he would always win. I know right, how embarrassing, a little child winning an argument with a nearly 16 year old. However, it’s not my fault he is so adorable yet aggressive! His puppy green, round eyes, and his brown curly hair, were really something!
As I got out of my daze, I slowly took in what George said ‘Were here?’ what does that mean? I shook my head and looked towards George; George’s eyes were looking straight at me, in a confused state. His wide eyes seemed to be sucking out the energy inside of me. “Stop looking at me like that” I loudly shouted. He began to look sullen, and sad like he was about to cry. I sighed. “I’m sorry George.” He looked happier and back to his original self. “Let’s get out of the car,” I decided. I got George’s hand and made my way out of the car.
Once out, he let go of my hand, I was shocked, because I held his hand pretty tight. He was happy and joyful, spinning around in his own world. I looked at him more confused then he looked at me, I tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight was blinding. I forcefully opened them wide.
Oh, now I know what he means.
London, it was beautiful and all, but I prefer my hometown, my real place where I belong, America. I hate London, although I shouldn't judge as I merely have been here for like 2 minutes, standing and looking everywhere. But trust me; it’s probably a waste of space.
Hi, my names Caroline, yes my nickname is Car, how did you know? It’s a bad nickname; I didn't come up with it though. My friends did. Typical them, to come up with such a weird, boring nickname. However, I missed them, not seeing them every day is going to be awful, what do I do? Can I even find friends that are exactly like them?
The Problem: I Need My Friends.
How Do I Fix It?: Make new ones, and make them have plastic surgery, to look like them.
Thoughtful idea, but no money. You would think, I wouldn’t do it. But I would, am just a dare-devil like that. Not boasting. But bigger problems...Will I even make any good friends? I dread to think what high school is like in London; obviously I know it's completely different to what American high school is like. What happens if get bullied on my first day?
"CAROLINE" A scream messed up my thoughts. In front of me was a very angry mum, she looked at me with piercing eyes. "Yes?" I said innocently. "Don't give me that look, I know you were totally against us coming to London, but at least make an effort and find your room and unpack everything. For goodness sake George is even doing it!" George? Wow, I must have been in a big daydream, if I didn’t noticed George going to his room. Well...At least she knew I didn’t want to come London, well I knew she knew, because I wanted her to find out, did that make sense? But sadly no she didn't have any sympathy for me at all. I walked upstairs, trudging on the carpet. My mum wasn’t here to witness, what I was doing, so I felt like a real rebel. Once entering my room, I felt so sad, my room is supposed to be big, like my old room. I started to unpack everything, looking at each object and scanning it. My mum was at the door, looking at me like a complete weirdo, I glared at her.
My relationship with my mum is complicated, I never supported her decisions. Her decision to leave dad was my main problem, how could she ever replace him, for a horrible-not-so-very-funny dad. Well... no he’s my step-dad. He keeps telling me to call him dad, what for, am I even related to him? Do I even like him? No. Sadly, no not sadly, he knows I hate him. He tries pathetic ideas to change my mind, but I will never like him EVER, as a person? NO, as anyone? NO. As a dad? Well there is nothing to say about that. And then my silly mum decides to make us move to London, is she crazy? I hate her more, for not even thinking about me, or even discussing it with me. We always discussed things together, but ever since Mr. Step-Dad came in, we've totally split apart, and now my best friend is a stupid diary. Sorry Diary. But how could she? She knew how much I liked going dads, even though the journey was like 2 hours to get there. I didn't care. It's better than being in a house with them two. Then my mum decides to do the most stupid motherly thing to do, make me move away from dad even more, what is this? It’s so mental.
The Problem: My Mum & Her Messed Up Boyfriend (Yes, they're not even married yet)
How Do I Fix It?: Excessive Beating, then runaway.
Okay so I might back down, for the beating part. As what's his name, my step-dads name? Oh, Paul he’s got muscles and a six pack, and that’s what my mum loves, seriously, is this relationship for real? Peter is just probably... PAUL is just probably like them dudes who are broke and messes with a mum who has a child, flaunting his silly six pack. But am not stupid as my mum, I won’t fall for a dude like that easily. Trust me.
"Finally, I finished!" I said clapping with happiness, knowing I just unpacked my last box. I was just about to bounce on the bed... Until...”Your finished, help me unpack the living room" Until, my stupid mum decides to ruin humanity. I growled in anger, "Missy, don't growl, do as you’re told, you don't want to be grounded on your first day here, do you?" To be honest, I didn't want to, but at the same time I have nothing to lose, I haven't made friends. I don't know what London is, what "joy" it has. But I just decided to do as my mum says, "Good girl" She firmly said.
I weakly went downstairs, and saw Paul shirtless, I looked at him in disgust "Put some clothes on, would you fellow?" He looked at me surprised, and turn’t around, embarrassed. He should be. I walked past him, shaking my head in an "EW, what the hell did I see" face.
DING DONG
I looked at the door surprised. Who could it be? We've just moved in literally 2 hours ago.
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The Problem With Me
Teen FictionCaroline is a sarcastic 15 year old, who has just moved to the UK with her family & step-dad. She hates it, and can't adapt to things easily, like school. She misses her friends and her dad in America.. How will she cope with all these problems?
