Miss Trouble

Dear Diary, or whatever you prissy girly girls call it,

Today my life has been turned upside down, completely. Now, before I start my rant on how bad my life is right now and how I hate my parents at the moment, let me tell you a bit about my wonderful self.

My name is Carter. And no, that isn't JUST a boy's name, it can be a girl's also. So, let me start from the beginning. The very beginning. Not Adam and Eve beginning, the beginning of my life. On March 3rd, 1994, I was born in Salem, Massachusetts. Sound familiar? Yeah, thats right. The Salem Witch Trials happened here. Well, anyways, back to the story. I was born into a family, that wasn't that wealthy, but we did good. Both of my parents, being Lawyers, you do pretty well on that part. Well, I have one older brother, and his name is Adam. I don't have any younger siblings, so it is just me and Adam. I am 18 and the year is 2012. My older brother is 21, and he is protective of me. He thinks that because I am a girl, I can't defend myself. Now THAT is not true. I am a tomboy, and I don't like girly things. I wear camo, and my favorite boots, which are combat boots. I always wear jeans and band T-Shirts. I have Green eyes, and dark brown straight hair. Now, lets get back to when I was born. The whole reason behind the "Carter " name was because my parents were expecting a boy, not a joyful little girl. It was the doctor's fault, for not reading the monitor right, so guess what? Having parents like mine, they decided to name me ahead of time, but just my first name. Why they left my middle name out of that, I have no clue. So growing up wasn't easy. I was constantly teased for having a boy's name all through out school. My parents were setting me up for failure. Just like Scar's parents did. I mean, seriously? Naming one of your kids Scar? You are setting him up for failure. You basically tattooed it onto his forehead. So when my mother tried to make me into a girl, The whole "Carter" name and a pink dress doesn't fit, so my dad let me dress how I wanted. Turns out, I buy all of my clothes from Bass Pro. My mother kept forcing the whole "girl" idea on me, so the only way I could change her mind was to do something. In the 6th grade, beginning of my middle school career, I pranked my teacher. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was planing to glue the teacher to the chair, 'Hey I was a rookie, don't judge', when I left my glue at home. It was the first day of school, and I forgot my glue. Just perfect. While trying to find some glue in the teacher's desk, a boy came up to me. The boy had Dark brown hair and Blue eyes, and his name was Logan. He helped me with my prank, and we both became the best of friends. Our pranks got better, through out the years, and we got into a lot of trouble. We even got suspended together. We never left each other's sides. Until one day, that happens to be today.

At the Beginning of September, September 2nd to be exact, which is today, my whole life was turned upside down. I woke up that day, planning on hanging out with Logan at the park. Well, that didn't happen. When I woke up, I saw suitcases packed, and half of my stuff on my dresser gone. It turned out that my parents were sending me to a my uncle's house, that I have no clue who he is,(I didn't even know I had an uncle) in London, England. I believe that my parents said, "You need to stop getting into trouble, so we are sending you there. You will stay there for a few months, until your Uncle thinks that you are ready to come back. Your plane leaves at 11:00 a.m., and it is already 8:30. So we better get going." So yeah. That literally just happened two minutes ago, and I have just stormed off into my room, locking myself in my own room. So the whole "Dear Diary" Thing is over now, so it is cruel hard life now.

I sit there, on my bed, staring at my hands. I can feel a tear stream down my face, as I think about how much I will miss Logan. I wipe my tear away, as I hear a knock at my door. Probably my stupid parents who are sending me to this stupid place with my stupid uncle. Hesitantly, I open the door to, ah, my stupid parents. I scowl at them, hating them for making me do this.

"Honey-" My Dad starts to say, before I interrupt him.

"Don't call me 'Honey'" I say, with daggers in my voice. I am still glaring at them, as my mother speaks up.

"Carter Nichole Jones." My mother warns, giving me a look. "You will not speak that way to your father."

"But it's not fair!" I yell, going over to my bed. My parents follow me in, and I give them a look that says, 'Come near me and I will beat you with a bag of oranges.' "Why are you making me do this?" I ask, scowling at them.

"Hon-Carter," My Dad said, correcting himself. "Your behavior is out of control. We are having you stay with your uncle, so you can learn a thing or two about manners."

"How will I learn manners from him?" I ask, shooting daggers at them.

"Because, he is British and-" My mother says, before I interrupt her.

"Oh, I didn't know that I was going to have tea with the Queen of England!" I say sarcastically, clapping my hands together. "This will be just marvelous."

"Carter!" My parents scold.

"You are going to England, and you will like it!" My mother yells, going towards the door. "Now, get the rest of your stuff packed up, and come downstairs immediately!" She yells, with my father following her out, they shut my door.

I just sit there, staring at my picture of Logan and I, and I start to cry. I don't want to leave him, at all. Crying, I stand up to pack the rest of my things. I pack my phone charger and cord, my iPod and my headphones, as well as it's charger. I stuff all of those things into my cross-over beat up back pack. I change into my jeans and a band T-Shirt that says,"The Fray" , I then pull over my hoodie. I slip on my converse, and I grab my bags. I walk down the hall, to the living room, and I set my things down. I am still crying, and my hair is in a messy pony-tail. While my parents are loading up my bags, I pull out my phone quickly to call Logan. He doesn't answer it, being so early in the morning, so I leave a message, telling him the situation. After I hang up my phone, I am still crying. My Father walks in to get me into the car, and I am silently crying. I get into the back seat of the car. As we are driving to the airport, all I keep thinking is:

'Good Bye America. Good bye my home. Good bye my favorite park, good bye my Logan. I will miss you all dearly.'

A/N

Hey y'all! VAS HAPPENIN'? So. NEW FANFICTION OH YEAH! I love this one. I have been writing the chapters for it and I JUST made the cover so I thought. Meh. Why not post it? SO I AM!!! My other Fan-Fiction, Fate Chooses, is still going to be continued. I just love the story line for this and also I may or may not have made Carter just like me. O.O I do own a lot of Camo stuff... Well PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE READ IT AND VOTE FOR IT!!!! This is the one that I am the most proud of, and I just think that it is a lot wittier! I just want this one to be one of the big fan fictions. So yep. VOTE, FAN, COMMENT, ENJOY THE STORY AND SHARE SHARE SHARE WITY YOUR ONE DIRECTION LOVING FRIENDS!!!!!!! Adios!

-Raegan