Stolen My Heart

Chapter 3

Urghhh. Apparently, Lisa and Brad brought chicken's or cockerels or whatever from the farm down the road. So on my first proper night, i get woken up at half seven in the morning by loud screeching devil chickens. 

I streched my long, tired arms, across the crisp white double bed. Inhaleing the sweet smell of vanilla, obviously coming from the sented pillows. 'Wow', i thought.  this place was really classy, compared to my bedroom at home, this was like heaven. 

My room at home was like a box, dark purple walls, and a tiny window at the side. with barely anything in it.

Realizing that i should really get up and go see Lisa and Brad, (even though it was eight in the morning) i slowly slid out of bed, pulled on some grey baggy trousers, a white strappy top, and some pumps. Then i stood there, looking into the perfectly structured mirror, staring at my reflection.

Everyone always say's i look like my mom. But i dont, i know i dont. My mom is the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my life, even her personality is perfect. She has long blonde hair, which falls in long, thick waves down to her waist. She has bright, blue eyes, the colour of the ocean, and her white pearly teeth make a perfect contrast against her sun kissed cheeks. Iv always wished to look like her. 

I missed my mom so much, I know i saw her a couple of days ago, but it already feels like months. I told her that id call her every night when i get home, even though i knew that eventually wont happen, she'll be out somewhere when i call, or maybe even to busy to come to the phone, since she teaches dance lesson's, her work hours are very messed up. 

Sighing, i opened the front door to go see Lisa and Brad.

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"Morning sunshine, how did you sleep?" 

I walked into there elegant kitchen, and felt a bit embarrassed. Here i was, sitting in my scruffs, with hair like a lion's mane, and my breath smelling worse then a dogs. 

Even at ten past eight in the morning Lisa managed to look classy, her glossy, golden hair was neatly tied up in a ponytail, with a few whispers of curls escaping the grasp. while her eyes were neatly made up with mascara. She was wearing her work uniform, and she still managed to look good in it.  

"Great thanks, your guest house is lovely," I exclaimed

"It's your's now honey," She smiled at me, flicking back one of the curls that had escaped.

I just grinned back at her. 

"Hungry?" She asked polietly, pointing to the pieces of buttered toast next to her. 

"No thank you, i'll wait untill later." - i really hated eating in the mornings, it wasnt really my thing. I could have a little snack for lunch, and by the time it was supper, i ate for england. 

"Ok, got anything planned today?" She asked. 

"Yes, actually, i thought about going into town today for a little look around, if thats ok with you?"

"Yes thats fine, feel free to use the bike that's round back. Brad put it there last night for you to use." Lisa smiled at me, Then looked back down to the newspaper she was reading. 

"Oh, cool. Thanks." I said, then waved at her and left. 

The bike was defiantly awesome. It looked old but expensive, very expensive. The bike i had at home was nothing like this, it was just a old, second hand one my dad brought of this man for my birthday, It was nothing special, but i had been excited about it all the same.

I decided that i ought to go back to the house to get some essentials, like phone, cash, key, jacket... that kind of things. But just as i was about to leave, caught a sight of my reflection.