Hacked Into My Heart

Chapter 6 : (Uma)

By VikkiB3092

What is the point of arguing? The fact is - Barrett is always going to be the favourite just because he makes a show of studying!

Uma was fuming. Uma got good grades, Uma didn't get in trouble at school and if she was out late she would text someone.

She couldn't even think about anything except to try and get out of the house without everyone (meaning Barrett) noticing. He always knew when she was up to something and it was so annoying! To try and calm herself down Uma turned on her I-Pod and plugged it in the speakers she worked so hard to buy.

''Gucci, Gucci

Louis, Louis

Fendi, Fendi

Prada''

Gucci, Gucci by Kreayshawn roared from the speakers. Those words made Uma feel better. She was never a fan of swearing but this song wasn't just swearing - the song had a meaning behind it. And it always made her think about her mother.

Uma and Barrett's mom was obsessed with image. For her everything had to be perfect:

Her son had to be a jock and be in advanced classes. Unfortunately- or luckily- Barrett wasn't a jock but he was in all of the advanced classes.

Her daughter had to be just like her- be a cheerleader, be in at least the average classes, and had to go to sleepovers at least twice a week. Uma hated cheerleading, was in the advanced calculus, business studies, English and history classes. The rest she was in average but still on top. Uma hated girly sleepovers she been to one or two in the past and hated it, she much preferred the 'sleepovers' her and her friends would have because there were no parents to interfere- like her mother would very much do.

The only thing that her and her brother could be considered alike in is their dark hair, green eyes and their group of friends that they sit with at lunch. Uma had her closest friends at the table and Barrett had his but even though the two groups weren't what you would call BFFs they still preferred each other's company.

The door burst open and Barrett came in.

''You're supposed to be smart can't you see the sign on the door that says knock?''

''If you weren't deaf you would have heard me knocking. Speaking of which, turn that trash down, I can't hear myself think.'' Uma faked a sad expression.

''Aww, and we wouldn't want that would we? It not like you're already as smart as possible!'' He glared at her. None of them would admit it but they were more alike than they would have liked. Both were smart, good-looking, dint pay attention to things that aren't important and both could be extremely sarcastic. The biggest difference between them was that Barrett would rather sit back and not get into an argument, whereas Uma- being stubborn- would do anything to prove herself right and if anyone got in her way she would make sure they never do that again -by any means necessary.

Both of their phones went off at the same time- there was a text for them. The text said-

Hiyah! Hanging @ da park 2moz BE THER OR DIE luv yaaa xxx

There was only one person in the world who wrote invites as if they were orders- Danni. Her on/off relationship with Barrett's friend-Lee- was what forced the group together. The only thing that Uma thought could sum up those two was All Time Lows -Time Bomb the two were perfect for each other but would never admit it.

''So should I wait for you? Or will you just be 'fashionably late' as usual??'' Uma wasn't in the mood for her brothers sarcastic remarks so she switched the song turning the volume down a bit and shooed him away.

The next day was the first time Uma didn't know what to wear. Her mother did what annoyed Uma the most- she threw away all the high-street clothes and replaced them with Dior, Gucci and Louis Vuitton. The clothes weren't that bad but they all screamed- Money!

The shoes were the worst- all heels from Jimmy Choo to Manolo Blahnik. Uma hated designer brands and thought -what's the point of designer brands when you can buy the exact same cheaper and sometimes a lot nicer? Luckily she managed to find some black Prada ballet pumps, that stood neatly in the place her beloved Converse collection stood just the day before.

Soon Uma was out the door, dressed in a short K&C leather moto jacket, grey Dolce & Gabbana top and denim Miss Sixty skinnies. Barrett was dressed in what mother-dearest stuffed his wardrobe with- designer from head to toe. They silently made it to the park, Uma nearly dropped dead as she noticed the girl that handed her the bracelet yesterday with the guy from that day. Uma thought about the two of them a lot when she was home, she got around to calling them Bracelet-Girl and The-Dude - something you'd call superheroes.

''What's wrong with you? You've been tuning in and out for the past week. You're not having another episode are you?'' Episodes -that's what everyone started calling Uma's bad feelings (that were usually spot-on) her brother treated her like a little girl at those times.

''No fine, I'm just using the God-given gift I have called as brain. Oh, 'Ello there mate!'' Uma turned her attention to her friends instead of Barrett, Bracelet-Girl and That-Dude.