Tiffany

To say I was a morning person would be like comparing a cupboard to a goldfish

'Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time. I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out yeah! And floating around in ecstasy so don't..."
"Please stop now Tiffany, I can't bear any more of your music. Not only is it out dated and quite frankly poor but let's be honest you really aren't any Mariah Carey by a long stretch." My older brother yelled from his room next door. My singing isn't that awful, is it? After all the fredster deserves to be sung in all his glory. Bad! Did he just criticise quite possibly the greatest band in history. And with that thought in mind I grabbed whatever I could find and decided to storm over to my brothers room, ready and armed to fight for Mr Mercury.

"Jeez Tiff, your torturing me enough as it, get the hell out of my room." My brother yelled as I stormed through his room and bashed the light until it came on.
"I sure am gonna torture you after you had the guts to insult my queens," I said boldly "Did you get that pun, good one wasn't it." He just rolled my eyes at my ingenuity. "Anyway," I continued, deepening my voice to make me sound more threatening "Prepare yourself for battle, for queen and country." even I'm beginning to be impressed with these puns. I brandished whatever object was in my hand at my brother, pretending it was a sword.
"Give it a rest Tiff, it's three in the morning for christ's sake. And don't tell me you don't think 50 cent is the devil who walks along the earth." I shuddered at his name, no offence to any of his loyal worshippers, that gangster rapping nonsense, it just isn't made for my ears.
"Plus," he continued "after all my years of teaching you self defence, do you really think a slipper is going to win you a fight against me." And with that he rose from his bed and tensed his arms, showcasing his enviable muscles to me, I always resented that he was a boy and therefore physically stronger, but that didn't stop me from defeating him mentally.
"Hmm, maybe to the more stupid members of this room," I glared at him "this slipper may look unthreatening but look how good it is at slapping people." And with that I hit him across the arm with the slipper. He just looked at me as if to say 'is that really all you've got?'.
"You're lucky that I am just too tired to retaliate, guess we will have to see what the morning will bring." And with that he pushed me out of the door and gave me his signature devilish smirk.

To say I was a morning person would be like comparing a cupboard to a goldfish, incompatible. Nevertheless, it was my first day at my new school and God was I dreading it like hell. My mother, Katie Dunn recently got a job here in London and since I was a country girl, the city and I didn't really get on to say the least. The confusing bus numbers, a jigsaw of tube stations and the constant hoards of people crushing against you every step you take didn't make my experiance particularly enjoyable. My father moved to America a few months ago in order to attempt to pursue his dreams of becoming an actor, however we all know that in a few years he will come back with a raging drug addiction and begging for money. He separated from my mother a couple of years ago, I didn't get along with him as he treated my mum like shit and constantly cheated on her. My brother, Theo Dunn, is two years older than me and despite our constant petty arguments and pranks he has stuck by me like no other. To say he was over protective would be an understatement, it's not that I have guys constantly throwing themselves at me or anything but he certainly goes out of his way to make sure that they don't. I do appreciate it but at the same time I would rather he gave me some more space, I am 16 after all.

I yawned deeply and pushed my bed covers off me. I needed to make a good impression on my first day but I didn't want to over do it at the same time. My school was in the wealthier side of London as my mother knows the headmistress as they went to school together, so she managed to get me in considering I do not live amongst the mansions of Mayfair. I ran my hands through my wardrobe that consisted of thick jumpers, ripped jeans and t shirts that had writing that I thought was amusing, weirdly not everyone thought they were as funny as I did. A pulled a pair of dark grey jeans from the back of my wardrobe, they weren't my favourite and fitted a bit too tight, but they were my smartest and most presentable pair. Since when did you care so much about your appearance Tiffany? Ever since I walked through a wardrobe and into this strange place called Narnia,which is currently being disguised as London. I also grabbed a plain white shirt and tucked it into my jeans. I readjusted my shirt in the mirror and re-evaluated my outfit choice. I wasn't a skinny girl by no stretch of the imagination and I certainly was curvy but not the other weight kind, no I was the one with curvaceous hips, skinny waist and big breasts, my mother once told me it was an hourglass shape, whatever that means. Despite my curves that seem to be the 'hot' thing right now I always felt out of shape compared to other girls who were always stick thin and looked beautiful. I pushed these thoughts out of my mind and brushed a comb through my hair, grimacing as it pulled against the thousands of knots that were intertwined with my hair. I put on some light makeup and grabbed my leather jacket and bag before walking out my door. My brother was waiting for me outside my door and looked down at my outfit.
"Aren't those jeans a bit tight, and isn't that top a bit too low." He said raising his eyebrows, ignoring him I pushed past, he would much rather I was in tracksuit bottoms and hoodies twenty four- seven. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Around the kitchen stacked sky high were the boxes that we still haven't unpacked and my mum was in the middle of it putting raspberry jam on two pieces of toast. She turned and smiled, handing one to me and Theo. My mother was beautiful, it has always been a mystery as to why my father had left her, surely any man would want her. She was kind, loving, smart and successful, he was just a foolish arse. I kissed her on the cheek goodbye and followed my brother out of the door.

I stepped into my brothers pile of junk that he classified as a car. It was a bright orange car which had so many parts fitted to it from different companies that it was impossible to say what the car make was. Nevertheless my brother, weirdly, loved it.
"All aboard the Magic machine" he jelled honking the horn in impatience. He took out his phone and quickly looked up the directions to our new school before bringing his foot to the acceleration pedal. He didn't look nervous, but he, like me, probably didn't show it on the outside, we both very much kept our insecurities locked up inside us. Also he had nothing to worry about, he was exceptionally clever, athletic, a relatively good sense of humour and as much as I hate to admit it, very good looking. I, on the other hand, am just an absolute social mess, constantly saying the wrong thing, cracking jokes which only I find amusing and being utterly useless at anything that falls under the bracket of sport.

Theo took his eyes away from the road for a second and gave me a deep look. "Please don't do anything stupid in your first day, I want to make friends as well and don't want to be known as the brother of the deranged kid who screams Queen at three in the morning." He said with all sincerity.
"Fine, I'll keep my fantastic singing abilities hidden for day one, but I'm not making any promises for day two." I winked, I knew that wasn't what he meant as in my last school I kept myself hidden in the shadows and was known as the girl who said random outbursts of gibberish. I want to make friends, but I don't want to be someone I'm not, so maybe I'll try and be cool and not say anything too wacky.

As the journey neared to its destination I twiddled my big curly blonde hair nervously around my fingers to the degree that it got completely tangled up in them. I pulled it apart and looked at my face in the wing mirror. I looked intensely into my deep sapphire eyes that glimmered against my tanned skin. I wasn't going to mess this up.

The car drew to a halt and Theo ran his hand through his golden locks. It was undeniable that Theo and I were siblings, if I was a few years older we would undoubtedly look like twins. He too had the same blonde hair, except mine was curly and his straight, the same deep blue eyes and tanned skin. I ran a smear of lipgloss across my lips before taking in a deep breath and looking at my surroundings.

We were parked amongst cars that all shone in unearthly cleanliness and luxury. Teenagers stepped out in clothes that would have seemed totally strange and impractical in the country, but must be called designer here in the city. The building of the school itself was majestic. It was created out of red brick and had hundreds of glittering windows spaced equally apart embedded in its walls. I couldn't help but feel completely and utterly out of my comfort zone. Schools up north were run down, the state school that I had been to was full of smashed windows and graffiti covering every inch of paint work. This was quite the opposite. In front of the school, which was more of a mansion in my eyes, lay emerald green grass of which each blade shimmered like a gem. How to people have the time or patience to create a place of such perfection and majesty? I had planned to be incognito about my background and financial situation but the fact that we were sat in a orange pile of rubbish beside sparkling new Rolls Royces and Ferraris didn't really hide the fact that were weren't minted. Well let's just hope personality will out shine wealth and connections, yet deep down I knew that would not be the case.

I glanced across at Theo who was rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. He wore a black hoodie, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he really looked totally out of place, but knowing him he would pull it off by pretending to be a hard bad boy. I placed my hand on his shoulder and said, "Let's hit the stage big brother." He grinned at me and pushed open his door and walked into the sunlight. I followed his lead and set foot onto the hallowed ground that was Edgewater High School.

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Sooo this is my new book, yes I am still continuing with His Girl but I fancied a change of scene. This is more of a modern teen fiction so I hope you enjoy

Till next time my lovelies

Beatoria xxx