Queen's College

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Tara, your father and I are going out to dinner,” my mother said to me, walking into me and my brother’s shared hotel room. “You can order pizza or Chinese. There’s $30 on the bench.”

I switched my eyes from the TV to my mum. “Yeah, sure. Have fun.” I smiled at her before returning to the scene that showed the two deliciously hot Winchester brothers battling a demon. I still couldn’t decide which one I loved more, Dean or Sam?

I could hear my mother sigh wearily and out of my peripheral vision, saw her sling her handbag over her shoulder, about to leave the room. Without taking my eyes off of TV, I waved at her.

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“Tara, go make me some food!” whined my brother, Kaleb, as he poked me in the back.
Kaleb and I were kind of twins. Most twins come out a couple minutes in between but no, my brother was a stubborn little tyke and refused to come out until two hours had passed after my birth. I felt so sorry for our mother – she had to push and push to get this idiot out.

I tossed the pizza and Chinese menus on the bench. “Pick.” I said.

I already knew he was going to choose pizza but he was tapping his chin, pretending to think about it. And so he picked, just not what I was expecting. “Chinese,” He decided.

I shrugged. My family and I were in Australia and it was the last week here in this hotel. We would then move onto another hotel that was near an Aussie icon. Ever since we had first eaten pizza here, we had it practically almost every night. To be honest, I was a little sick of eating the same thing night after night after night…you get the drift? Anyway, in about two weeks or so, we would all be going back to the city of Los Angeles.

 “Tara? Are you ok with this?” Kaleb peered at me. I smiled to show that I was fine with his choice and nodded my head. In fact, I was more than fine. I hadn’t had any Chinese in ages.

“You can pick whatever you want; I’m fine with it all. Ooh, can you get prawn crackers?” I asked. Kaleb rolled his eyes but he nodded anyway. “You go get the food cause I got pizza last time, ok?”

He answered me by grabbing the money and heading out the door.

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After our delectable dinner, Kaleb went to sleep on his single bed and I just stayed on a comfy little chair with a blanket on me, barely paying any attention to the TV. I would have gone on my bed but the seat was warm from my body heat and I didn’t want to slip into cold sheets. I was so close to almost falling asleep. Just when I really was about to sleep, someone – I think it was Mum’s = yelled for Kaleb and I through the walls. Groggily, I rolled off the chair and slumped into the next room that accommodated Mum and Dad. I saw my parents standing side by side with happy grins on their faces.

 “What?” I snapped. I was always cranky if someone woke me up when I didn’t want to. If I wanted to sleep then I should very damn well have the right to sleep!

“Honey, where’s your brother? We have some very important things to discuss with you and Kaleb that will be important to your future and—” Mom started.

“Just spit it out already!” I practically growled.

This is what happens if you yell for your 16 year old hormonal daughter who just happens to be on the verge of a very peaceful sleep she hasn’t had in weeks because her idiotic twin brother stays up all night listening to music. And when he sleeps, he snores loudly, which rules out having a nice nap. That’s why I was so irritable and cranky.

“Young lady, don’t you take that tone with your mother!” Dad scolded me. “She was trying to say something immensely important when you butted in with your inexcusable behaviour.” Yeah, my Dad’s British and was raised good and proper so you could say he’s a tad bit strict.

“Pfft…what do you want to talk about?” I asked Mum, rolling my blue eyes. Noticing Kaleb was still not here, I yelled for him. A minute or two later, he finally came in looking disgruntled. I arched my eyebrow then turned back to Mom, waving for her to continue.

“Well, peaches... we are delighted to say that we have bought a house here!” Mom squealed uncharacteristically.

“So, what you’re trying to say is that…you bought a holiday house?” Kaleb asked with a certain tone of disbelief.

“Oh no, no, no. We’re going to be living here in Australia now!” Dad and Mom chorused together as if they had practiced this. Our eyeballs figuratively popped out of our freaking goddamn sockets.

“MOM! DAD!” We yelled.

“How could you just say something like this? Don’t you think you should have asked us first if we wanted to live in Australia permanently?!” I whined. “I have friends and a life back in LA!”

“Yeah, I have a girlfriend back home! Do you expect me just to break it off with Zoe when we finally got through the rough patches?!” Kaleb fumed, a vein popping on his forehead. “What kind of parents are you? Do you even think of about your children’s interests and needs at all?”

“Like it or not, kids, but we are living here and that’s final.” Dad firmly told us, clearing his throat as he did so. “You are going to start anew here and at school.”

“But what about my friends and what about school?” I complained furiously.

Dad frowned at me, deciding he did not like my attitude. “You can make new friends. Friends are dispensable and the staff at your former school has been notified.

I gaped at him and tried so hard not to slap him, father or not. How dare he say that my friends, my best friends that I had known since preschool, were dispensable?!

“You know what, Dad?”

He popped an eyebrow, edging me to go on.

“I’m not going to regret what I’m about to say and I mean every word of it.”

Kaleb looked aside at me uncertainly and Mom looked at her husband and daughter worriedly, taking a step back in precaution. Dad narrowed his eyes. “So say it then.”

“AARRGGHH!!!! You can go fuck yourself and I hope that the next time you try and make decision on behalf of me and Kaleb, you either get stung by a really big poisonous bee or a car out of nowhere hits you and squashes you like a pancake!”

I glared at him, flipped him the bird and stomped my way to my room, slamming the beige door in the process.

How could they do this to us! Didn't they care that their only daughter had finally gotten into her evil Maths teacher’s good books or about their son's success in getting a job at the mechanic store and found someone who was wonderfully good for him?

They honestly had no goddamn right to do this without talking to us first. Did they know how hard it was for me to just suddenly make new friends? I bet I wouldn’t even like anyone at all.

I swear on my grave that I will personally make my father’s life a goddamned miserable living hell.

I don’t care what Kaleb or Mum has to say about that, but my disliking toward my father had only deepened.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm rewriting this story again and they will all be edited. Sorry but there is most definitely going to be a lot of swearing and maybe a mild sex scene and if you don't want to read a story that has mature content, well, then you might want to get out of this story but if you don't mind, well then come on in and I  hope you enjoy this story as much as I have done writing it.

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 5/01/2015 UPDATE: EDITED