First actually story I feel like will have a good plot. So don't hate. Sorry for any mistakes as this is unedited. I will be working on a second and third chapter and see where that gets me! If enough people like it...I'll continue it!
Please no stealing. It takes me forever to come up with good ideas.
Do enjoy!
All I wanted was a normal life. I just wanted to get away from all the drama that surrounded my older brother; who was considered a god by everyone who ever laid eyes on him. We had attended the prestigious Christian Academy that you could only get into if you had the money. After his senior year my parents thought a public school would suit me more, which hey if that meant I didn't have to wear a horrible uniform I was all for it. We settled on a school that was both public but still had a good system, Avon High School.
The move took a total of four days. The house had an old time feel and was a tall, red, brick building that had four huge white marble pillars that reached from the ground to the roof. With both my parents working at a high end law firm...money is no issue, so of course we went big on our first move. The front room was huge. Tall ceilings with huge bay windows and dark hard wood floors. The house was a open floor plan and lead into a more modern kitchen. With sleek stainless steal and a wood the looked similar to the flooring, but slightly lighter in color. There was a spiral stair case (my favorite part) that lead to the upstairs that held two master suites and two guest rooms with an extra hall bath.
Now let's get to the more interesting part, my room, the walls were a pretty peach color and the dark hard wood floor followed from down stairs. The room was huge in its self and had two large seat windows facing the back yard. my walk in closet was big enough to be a whole other room. with lights and racks for anything and everything. My most favorite part of the room was my own personal bath room. It had ruby red, shaggy carpet that went great with the black, lace shower curtains. the tub was HUGE. Like hot tub big. If that makes sense. The counter was made out of a milky white marble and had gold fixtures to match those the bath had. One mirror that was huge and had elaborate gold designs that danced around the glass.
After unpacking most of my things and getting my bed put back together and made; I decoded that was enough for one day and that I had better get to bed as I had a long day tomorrow. First day of school. Junior year. A whole new school...this should be interesting!
My alarm blared loudly into my ear. I groaned and turned it off not really wanting to move, but after the long drive and all the unpacking I was too tired to shower last night so I willed myself out of bed.
I let the warm water run over my head and down my back until I felt more alert, because who actually gets in and shower and gets to business? I stand there after I'm done washing until I have efficiently used up all the hot water. I turn the shower off and wrap a towel around myself walking out of the bathroom into my closet. I have many dresses and skirts because of choir and dance, but I don't dance anymore and we got concert attire for choir. I look over to the box my mom wanted to throw away; thank god she didn't, because it has all my comfy clothes in it. I smiled and dug threw the box until I found a pair of sweats that had the word pink written on the leg, then I grabbed my purple tank top and a hoodie and quickly put them on. I brushed my hair quickly and hopped down the stairs.
Sliding into the kitchen I grabbed a granola bar and gave my mom and dad a kiss and hug before dashing for the door.
"Amelia Pagie."
I groaned and slumped back to the kitchen "Yes mom?" I asked already know what she is going to complain about.
"All those nice pretty clothes I bought you and you were those! Its your first day at a new school. Why don't you try a little..?"
"But mom I'm comfortable and your trying and my trying are two different things. See I did try. I actually got up and brushed my hair!" I enthused sarcastically.
"Go up stairs and at least put on jeans and a nice shirt." she huffed "for your mom who wants a picture on your first day of senior year!"
I rolled my eyes but did as she said. She is ruthless when it comes to pictures and I won't argue with her on it.
Opening my closet door I grabbed a pair of jeans and silk shirt that floated across my skin. My mom preferred clothes that clung to my shape, but my dad saw and now he goes on our shopping trips to make sure that what I get isn't too eye catching. I grabbed a pair of my flower toms and slipped them on. Looking in the mirror I realized how girly I looked and for once I didn't really mind it. I was about to walk out when my mom grabbed me and pulled me into the hall bath.
"We have to do something about that hair!"
I frowned looking at it. I mean it wasn't the best but it decided to be mostly straight today so I was going to leave it.
"But mom I think it looks fine."
"Nope. You had to wear those horrible uniforms and you hair couldn't touch the collar of your shirt so you all looked like some cult." She mumbled the last part.
"I heard that, and you were the one that decided on the school. You should've looked more into it."
"I know. I know, but your brother loved the school and refused to go to a public school. Said the girls don't respect themselves enough and he doesn't want to be around that."
"Well he's also a snob who things since his mommy and daddy are rich he can get what he wants."
"Amelia!" mom popped me on the back of my head "Don't say that. He was also looking after you. The uniform was very nice in the fact it didn't allow you to show a lot of skin, which pleased both Aidan and your father."
"Yea and it made me sweat off ten pounds in the summer due to that fact."
"Hush it. Now hop on down stairs and get your bagel and school bag. I'll get your car started."
I smiled and nodded as she walked out. Then turning to look at the mirror I saw that she had curled the ends and pinned up half of my hair. Something that would have taken me hours to do; she did in twenty minutes. My hair doesn't like being curled and is down to my lower back, so it takes time to do anything with it.
Walking out of the bathroom and down stairs. I slid into the kitchen for the second time and grabbed my bagel. According to my parents a granola bar isn't enough, but I didn't complain. I gave my dad a quick hug.
"Don't you be getting too pretty. I don't like having to pull out my guns." My dad joked.
"No worries dad. I'm not going to pick up guys the first day of school!" I laughed walking towards the front door.
"Looking like that you might! You look beautiful knock'em dead sweetie!" my dad bellowed back.
"Love you too dad!" I yelled before running down the stairs and getting in my car.
"Have a nice day at school." my mom smiled and pecked my head with a kiss.
"What about the picture? Don't tell me I got dressed up for nothing.."
"We will get one after you get home. You have to survive your first day of school." She winked.
I rolled my eyes with a smile creeping on my face. She did this just to make me look nice.
Well here's the first chapter! Tell me what you think!(:
