Travelling In Love

Chapter 1

"Rikkie! Are you coming already?" Renee yelled from downstairs.

"Chill out, just give me a minute!" I yelled back.

Why doesn't she understand that it takes a little longer for me to get ready? I mean, I still have to blow-dry my hair. But what did I expect for the impatience women that she is. Bossing me around all the time. She can be nice though.. Sometimes, but mostly when she's asleep. Now you wonder, who is she? She isn't my mother, my mother died when i was younger, and she was lovely. No, Renee is my stepmother. And I can tell you, I've met nicer people in my live. It is kind of cliché you know? I mean, think of  a fairytale like Cinderella, you've got it in mind? Well, that's how you can describe my life. With the evil stepmother and innocent father. Apart from the fact that I don't have any stepsisters, or siblings at all. I don't have to clean everything and I haven't found the prince of my dreams. Yet.

Yes, I am a single lady. Although I can't complain. I have got light brown curly hair that reaches over my shoulders and a nice tanned skin. My breasts are a nice cup C and I've got a nice ass too. Anyway, it's a big day for my stepmother, she is getting her nails and hair done, something she does every few months. I can hear you thinking, what do I have to do with it? I'll tell you. Because I turned 17 last week, Renee wants to take me with her.

While I pull my blue tank top over my head I'm thinking that this isn't how I imagined my Sunday morning to be. I'm not that type of girl, all whirled up about getting a manicure. You can more see me as the type of girl that likes to do dangerous stuff. Stuff like climbing on the rooftop of a train, like in action movies. Or throwing eggs at you neighbours house who mistreat his puppy. Oh boy did I got grounded. For a whole month! Not that I cared any less. Because the punishments mostly come from Renee. But I wasn't always like this, the rebel kind of type. Before my mother died I was a real "sweetness" , as my mother used to say. But when she died I just couldn't handle it for much longer, so I started to do stuff my father didn't appreciate. I was twelve when she shouldn't have taken that taxi, when she shouldn't have been there on that time. I was only twelve when that truck crashed into the taxi. I was only twelve when my mother died. I locked myself in my room for two whole weeks, hoping she would walk in one day, to tell me comforting words and hold me until I stopped crying. But that never happened, and I changed in these two weeks. I got thougher, I had to be on my own. Because there was also no father that could comfort me. He tried to process it with alcohol. And it changed me.

But then my dad met Renee, she was the new employee at work. My father owns a small company that delivers steel for bridges. So you could say that we are kind of rich. But my dad doesn't like al the fancy that comes with it. So we just live in an nice house somewhere not far from London. Our house is nothing like a mansion, just a three level house and a big backyard. We do have a nice car though. But anyway, I'm digressing.

"Rikkie, come on! We don't have forever!" Renee yelled again.

I sigh, why do I have to come with her to this stupid manicure. "On my way!" I say as I walk down the stairs.

My room is on the third level, I've got the whole level for myself, inclusive a bathroom. On the second level my father and Renee have their bedroom, a bathroom, a spare room and another room for laundry.

"Well, look who has finally showed up." Oh, good. The women is grumpy. I just give her a glare and then walk over to the hall to get my jacket and sneakers. On my way there Jackie was barking, my 9 months old beagle. She was adorable, and I petted her.

Renee went outside and I followed her to the black range rover that is parked on our driveway. Yeah, that's correct. As I told you, we've got a big fat range rover. Actually, not we, the car is from Renee. But my dad uses it anyway.

"I'm so excited for today! I love it when I get my nails done." Renee says when we step in the car.

"Yeah, it's nice, but you didn't have to do this." I smile at her. She is trying though. To be a good mom. "But I really wanted to! And it's a nice day for the two of us to spend some time together". You see? That's what I mean, she is really trying. The short drive to the hair salon was quiet. When we arrived I couldn't believe my eyes. I've never been here before but oh my. Literally everything is pink. Really everything, from the window frames until the chairs. I sigh, this is going to be a very, very long day.

By the time we're done and I step out of the hair salon my nails are shining. They look really good actually, but that doesn't mean I'm going for a second time.

"That wasn't that bad, was it? We had fun, right?" Renee looks at me with her perfect teased hair. I smile "No, it was kind of fun, I guess."

"See! I said you would like it."

As we walk over to the car I see a really handsome young men staring at me. He stands behind another car that's on the parking lot. But when he noticed me looking at him he turned away. Must have mistaken me for someone else. When we step into the car I think about my mother, and how sweet she was, that always makes me warm on the inside. I got snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a good song on the radio. Paradise by Coldplay. I begin to sing along with it, when I notice Renee is humming the song too.

"You know" She begins, "when I was younger, I often went to concerts of Coldplay, I was pretty rough back then." I chuckle, I didn't knew this side of her. She has here moments.

Back home again my father is cooking. "Hi dad" I say when I walk in to the kitchen. We've got a big kitchen, all complete with cooking island and in a nice soft red colour.

"Hello sweetie, how was your day?" "It was nice! Look at my nails, aren't they all shiny and glittering?" I say with an attempt to imitate the posh lady that did my nails.

"They are really nice Rikkie!" He says while stirring the soup.

After our usual but delicious dinner I went upstairs, to my bathroom. I took a quick shower and then changed myself into some pyjama shorts and put my hair into a messy bun. When I walked over to my bedroom I turned my computer and phone on. I have a really nice room, it's large with my king sized bed  and my walk-in closet. My desk that has  my computer on it stands by the window, that has a view over my street. And my bed is on the right side of the door when you walk in.

My phone starts buzzing and I pick it up to see who it is, although I could have guessed it too. Jennifer. my best friend since elementary school. She asks how my day was. I decide to call her. When I wait for her to pick up the phone I tidy my room a little, collect some dirty laundry and drop it in the laundry basket.

"Hello, this is Jennifer, I'm not in now. Bye" Good. Voice mail. I'll speak her tomorrow on school t- oh wait. I smile to myself as I remember I have a short vacation. That means going late to bed and not listening to what Renee or my dad tells me to do.

When I start to yawn I look at the clock, it says 23:30. The time has flew by. I tell myself to get some sleep. And soon I'm dozing off.