Rise Against

Rise Against

“These are the beautiful people, who, befitting their rank as gods and goddesses of a powerful modern mythology, lead beautiful lives in beautiful houses, attired in beautiful clothes and, ostensibly, thinking only beautiful thoughts.”

Prologue

Adalia’s POV

                You know the feeling when all of the hairs stand up on the back of your neck? When you know that someone is either watching you, or you’re just a really weird person?

                Well, scarily, I can feel that right now, and it aint nice!

                You must be wondering who on earth I am, because I know that in your shoes right now, I would be wondering who this strange point of view is from.

                I am Adalia Sterling, I am 16 years old and I live with my mom, my twin brother and sister and my mom’s boyfriend. I like my family, because we may not be rich and we may not be poor, but it works with so many people.

                My house is simple and so is my life, but that’s the way that I like it, because I am a generally shy person and I like going unnoticed. I’m not beautiful and I’m not smart – at all – despite what my family, friends and teachers tell me. I have platinum blonde, almost white hair that is short and cute, my eyes are dark hazel and almond shaped. I am slim with an hour glass figure and an average height.

                Very boring, basically, and I like it that way, because nobody bothers with the boring shy girl, do they? No, they don’t; the only people at school that give me any attention at all are my friends and I have very few of them.

                I have Chelsea, who is a feisty, a big ginger – don’t look at me that way, because she hates it when people say that she has red hair, when it is clearly ginger – head of curls and bright green eyes; she is in every sports team our school offers.

                Then there is James, or Jamie as he prefers to be called, who has dark brown hair that falls in his eyes slightly, he has dark blue eyes and is the best artist I have ever witnessed; he is very tall for a 16 year old and he watches his diet like a hawk, combing out calories with a fine toothed comb. He’s straight and so has the hots for Mia.

                Which brings me to Mia, the girl that will flirt with any guy and has the guts to do absolutely anything; she has long golden blonde hair in a tight, high pony tail with her side bangs constantly needing to be flicked to the side.

                Last but certainly not least, there is Taylor, our very own Eddie Murphy, he looks, sounds, talks and acts like Eddie Murphy; of course, he looks like a younger version of Eddie Murphy, but he rocks it.

                “Get off of me!” Regan screamed from the stairs and I rolled my eyes as I spun around in my desk chair; I sighed and walked across the small space of my room in our small to story house and I opened my door to see Reece pinning Regan to the top step in a tight head lock.

                If you’re confused, then I understand; Regan is the girl, with long platinum blonde hair in a messy pony tail, Reece is the boy with his hair – that is the same as mine and Regan’s – cut into a small fohawk. Regan is older by ten minutes and she seems to be wiser, but I think that’s just because I accidentally dropped him when he was a baby. They are both twelve and think that they own the world, but then again, what eight year old doesn’t?

                “Get off of her Reece” I told him and he sighed, scowling at me as he let go of Regan and ran down the stairs, his ‘thinking’ face sternly on his face; I shook my head as Regan skipped over to me with a grateful smile on her face.

                “What were you doing?” she asked and I smiled at her when she hugged me around my waist. She followed me into my room with her arms still clinging to my waist, probably in the case of Reece coming back up.

                “Just some homework that needs to die...painfully” I told her and she laughed as she plopped her body down on my plain teal and chocolate coloured bed – that’s the theme for my room, and I love it – I closed over my laptop that had some pretty disturbing images on the screen for my Biology homework, because Regan really doesn’t need to know about conception and giving birth anytime soon.

                I lay down next to her on my bed and took her hand, playing with a small gold ring on her middle finger; Lyle – my mom’s boyfriend – bought it for her, because he and my mom are pretty much for keeps now.

                I bet you’re wondering about my father about now, well, the only thing my mom told me was that he was a very powerful man, but he had duties to fulfil and could no longer see my mother after my mom told him that she was pregnant with me.

                Pretty crappy thing to do, I know, but my mom told me not to blame him, but to blame the people he works for. So I do that, and I get by just fine in life.

                Regan and Reece have a different dad, but don’t go thinking that my mom is a whore, because she isn’t; she is simply a very trusting person and she just got screwed over by Mike – Regan and Reece’s dad – and she couldn’t find it in her loving self to get an abortion, so at the age of eight, I looked after them when mom went to work in the evenings and when I wasn’t at school.

                So, that’s my life, always the same thing, just a different day...

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