Green 《Mgc-English Version》

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"Why are you so serious?" Her best friend asked her, taking her two fingers to the tips of Viola's mouth to make her smile.
"How can I smile? My parents will be so angry that they probably won't even let me enter the house!" Sarah stopped her and stood in front of Viola. She grasped her shoulder and shook her back and forth.
"Viola you have always wanted to do this! And you are seventeen now. They won't say anything." Viola's caramel eyes looked doubtfully into the blue ones of her best friend, who gave her a sweet smile.
"I know you love it, and you also know it." She beamed at Viola.
The two girls stopped outside the house and said goodbye with a bear hug. With fear, Viola knocked out he door a few times. Her older brother opened it with a bit of a shocked expression.
"God." That was the only word he was able to form. "It's awesome!" He exclaimed.
Viola smiled. She didn't expect this type of reaction when she got home. She quickly stepped inside and removed the old Converse she was wearing and put them at the door. She slowly made her way to the living room. Her mother was sitting at the table and when she looked up and saw her daughter she almost dropped the glass in her hand.
"Oh my god! What have you done?" She screamed when she saw her daughters hair, now completely green.
"Mom, calm down. I think that it looks great on her," Jack, her older brother, said. Her mother places the glass on the table and covered her face with her hands. Nobody said a word for what felt like hours, when really it was just minutes. The only thing that could be heard were the voices on the soap opera on TV. Claire massaged her temples and shut her eyes tight.
"Viola Tucker, please tell me you do NOT have green hair and that it is just my imagination."

Viola stood in silence.

"Fuck!" Her mother said, frustrated. "Does it seem normal to go out like that? I cannot believe it! I expected more from you, Viola."

Viola angrily went to her room and slammed the door shut, a loud band echoing through the house. She did kind of expect that. She threw herself on the bed and screamed a muffled sounds into the pillow. She was done with her mother treating her like she was thirteen years old. If she wanted to dye her hair green, it was her choice. Her mother would just have to put up with it, even if she didn't like it. She had to stop being so strict and controlling all the damn time! She heard the sound of keys unlocking a door. Her father had come home from work.

Her father, Nick , was not like her mother. He was the complete opposite. He always wore a bright smile and he was like a child in some ways, something that Viola loved. She hoped that he would like her new look and calm Claire.

"Viola! Dinner is ready!" Her brother called. Sighing, she swung her legs off the bed and left the room. Suddenly she could smell the one thing that she had always hated. As she kept walking she just hoped that it wasn't what she thought it was. She slowly went downstairs, her hand on the wooden railing. She entered the dining room where her nose was proved to be correct. There was fish with broccoli for dinner. She sat between her mother and her brother, her father opposite to her. Nick did not believe what he was seeing.
"Viola, honey, why does it look like you have been rubbing broccoli in your hair?"
Jack tried to hold back his laugh by biting his lip really hard, but still failed. She would usually have laughed at this joke, but not this time. She simply kept quiet and removed the vegetables from her plate. Her mother stayed quiet the whole time.
"I'm not hungry anymore," she said moving her broccoli.
"Eat," her mother ordered.
"I'm not hungry," Viola invited.
"I said eat it!" Her mother almost growled.
"And I said that I am not hungry!" Viola rose from the table abruptly, only making her mother fume even more. Her father and brother watched the scene unfold, speechless, not wanting to participate in the discussion.
"I am your mother and you will do what I say while you are living in my house!" Claire shouted, hitting the table making all the plates and cutlery tremble.
"Fine!" Viola replied in a sickly sweet tone, with a fake smile she dissapered from the dining room with her family watching. She grabbed her coat and put it on, zipping it up still aware that all eyes are on her. A tear slides down her cheeks, but she swipes it away before anyone notices. It was half past 9. The streets were empty with the odd car driving by. She walked aimlessly for a few minutes until she saw a small park bench. She sat down and pulled her phone from her pocket. She texted Sarah, she felt alone and need to tell someone what had just happened. After the tenth text Viola decide to call Sarah. Her call went to voice mail and Viola decided that Sarah's phone must be off. Viola sighed just as a small drop fell onto her ripped jeans. She couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain until it started coming even more and she realized it was rain. She didn't even have an umbrella. She ran to a nearby bar and stared out the window at how fast the rain was coming down now. Lounge Act by Nirvana began to play in the background. Her brother was phoning her but she want planing on answering. Viola went further into the building with was a lot bigger than it seemed from the outside. It was filled with people.
"Goodnight beautiful. What can I get for you?" One of the waiters asks.
"A coke, please," she replied shyly.
"Sure."
The waiter walked away and came back with a full glass of the soft drink. He then added ice and a slice of lemon.
"Thank you," she smiled. She began to drink with anxiety. She hadn't eaten or drank anything. Suddenly she felt her phone vibrating again. Now it was her mother who was calling, but she just placed it back in her pocket. Not long after she had finished her coke.
"How much is it?" She asked.
"Three dollars, " the waiter replies.
Viola put her hand in her pocket to reach for the five dollars she had put in there the other day before remembering that she had spent it on chewing gum and crisps. Basically, she was in serious trouble. The waiter look at her, raising his eyebrows, waiting for the girl to pay.
"I don't have the whole night," he said, making her feel more nervous. She started to remove the pockets to search in her jacket, but she found nothing. She didn't have a dime.
"Do you have three dollars or not?" The waiter impatiently asked.
"Here you have it," someone said behind Viola, giving the man the money.
"Thank you," he said quickly before returning to other tables. Viola turned around to face the person who had paid for her coke. It was a boy around her age, maybe ten centimeters higher than her. He had green eyes, the exact colour of his hair...

So here is the first chapter, hope you like it. In a few minutes I'll post the second one❤