Learning Curves

hi guys!

i'm really new at this aha, this is my first story so i'm sorry if it's not that good. but i did try my hardest i hope you enjoy it, and trust me when i say it gets better! this chapter is just to help you get to know the main character and her family and personlality so sorry if it's boring :(. (I HOPE YOU) ENJOY XX

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As a young girl I always wanted to be someone special, someone people noticed, really just so stand out from the crowd. I wanted to be one of those girls that people always wanted to know, but for all the right reasons.  I know it sounds like a pathetic dream for a young girl of 8 to have had, but coming from my family it’s understandable.  My name is Dennyse Sunday Monroe, I’m 16 and half years old, and I am one of 8 children. I guess my desire of wanting to different came from the fact that my family is so massive. I was the fourth child to be born into my family. Smack bang in the middle; thus making me the most unnoticeable of my family. In a way growing up I have come to appreciate the unfortunate pot of luck of being number 4 of 8, it has given me the drive to excel in everything I do just to stand out from the rest of my family members. On top of having a large number of siblings, my family were originally from the Caribbean and North of Africa resulting in a large amount or cousins, aunts and uncles, and I am sure a never ending family tree.

 My eldest sister Destiny was and is the homemaker of my parent’s children; number 1. At age 5 Destiny was dragging my father to the hardware shop demanding him to build her a Wendy house, which she soon turned into a miniature home filled with a toy kitchen, ironing board, dining table as well as using my mum’s 80s Gucci dresses to make into curtains for her miniature house, I can’t imagine that went down very well at all. And that’s the way she’s been ever since, and at age 25 she’s already graced me and my siblings with three, yes THREE nieces and nephews. As far as life goes for Destiny making pies and babies is as far as she needs to aim in life and her husband Guy will take care of the rest. After Destiny comes my brother Noah; number 2.

Noah is the exception to the rule of not being able to have brain and brawn, all-star rugby player in secondary school, and moving on to elite rowing at Cambridge University.  Noah was always one to have friends everywhere he went, however despite his supposedly good looks and undeniable popularity, Noah always managed to keep his feet on the ground and was there for every single one of his friends and till this day at age 23 kept in touch with nearly every single one of his friends from secondary school.  

The next of my siblings and my all-time favourite was Eliza; number 3. Eliza was just the COMPLETE and I must stress complete opposite of Destiny, and the 7 year gap between them never really helped much making Destiny feel as if she had a considerable amount of authority over Eliza; authority being something Eliza never dealt well with.  Destiny’s motherly and completely messed up traditional ways often clashed with Eliza’s extremely rebellious personality and anarchist mentality. At age 15 when Destiny would have been having slumber parties, reading teen vogue and getting off with the most popular boys in school , Eliza would come home from playing drums at her all female rock band, scaling the drain pipe outside our house at 2 am in the morning after FUCKING the most dangerous boys at school. Whilst Destiny prided and primped her long dark curls, Eliza discovered my dad’s electrical shaver and discarded a full side of her raven ringlets, until they met the floor in a heaped pile. Eliza was outgoing, loud mouthed, opinionated and feminist to the max. However despite Eliza’s fuck the world attitude and appearance, she was the kindest, bubbliest and funniest person in the world once you got to know her, and she was my best friend from day one.

At number 5 was my younger brother Nathaniel or Neil or Eel as the family liked to call him. There wasn’t much to say about Eel except he made a conscious effort to follow in Noah’s footsteps in every shape and form, in an attempt (I felt) to gain some acceptance from my father and also from himself. Eel and I were close, but not as close as me and Liza due to our girly sister bond, he was only a year younger than me and at times seemed more like my twin than my younger brother. Eel was big and tall for his age and was constantly testing out his strength and how far he could go, we were both similar that way. Despite his gentle nature, when he got angry there was no stopping him, it seemed like he was a completely different person, he was his own Jekyll and Hyde.

Number 6 was Erica the most bitchy, aggravating, venomous girl I had ever had the misfortune of being related too. Everything about Erica pissed me off, everything. She was manipulative, conceited, vain and above all complained like a little bitch. In some ways mine and Erica’s relationship was a lot like Destiny’s and Eliza's relationship, where two very opposite personality’s clashed, causing chaos.  Erica was everything I was not at 14; she was self-absorbed, lazy and completely unfocused.  And for a child who swore every day that she never wanted to be like me she was always in my business, or wearing my clothes, or touching my stuff. In all honesty I’m sure Erica would grow up to be Hitler reincarnated.

Finally at the end of the long line of the Monroe family are the twins age 8, the twins were born just 3 years before my parents decided to get divorced. My dad Marcus Monroe was a well know business entrepreneur and owned around 15 businesses worldwide, whereas my  mother Pauline Monroe was the editor in chief of Marie Curie; so all in all my family were pretty well off.

After the divorce my mum got custody of Eliza who was 13 at the time, I was 11, Nathaniel was 10, Erica who was 8 and the twins and moved us into a huge 8 bedroom house, previously consisting of 3 three story town houses, converted into one, just outside Central London. My father however took the liberty of fucking off to America, and we occasionally hear from him 3 or 4 times a year, not that his well-being or whereabouts are of any importance to me.

And smack bang in the middle of all this drama is me. Dennie Monroe, the busy one. I do everything to keep my mind of my family problems and make sure I can get out of this place alive. I draw, I sing, I run, I study, I do gymnastics, I drink and I party.  I guess everyone has their ways of coping with their family problems, and mine is filling my life with work, sports, hobbies and social events. Keeping myself busy is how I cope, because the minute there's silence, I start to think and when I start to think, that's when I feel most alone. So I fill my life with noise.

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kisses d xxxxxxx

(p.s. next chapter will 100% be up tomorrow and things get EXCITING)