Desire

one - lies, lies and more lies

one - lies, lies and more lies.

I stood in a room filled with bubbly, perky, soon-to-be college go-ers and I'm not going to lie, this is not my cup of tea. It's not just the fact they're all trying to interact with me and trying to make friends, its the fact they just all seem so energetic at 8 in the morning. How is that possible?

My eyes scanned the large room, looking for anyone remotely normal to talk to.

A girl was stood in the corner. She was leaning against a table, picking at her fingernails and twirling her nose piercing between her fingers. She had chesnut brown eyes, a thick line of black eyeliner surrounding them. Her hair was pulled into a side fishtail plait. The bright blue strands of hair were woven into it. She seemed nice enough. Nice enough, meaning that she didn't look or act like a delusional whore.

"Hello?" I asked, giving her a little wave. She looked up from her fingernails and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Chloe." She said, sticking her hand out for me to shake. I shook it and stuffed my hands back in my pockets. She seems to be alright.. She's not perky.. Not awkward.. Just my type of friend. If we even become friends.

"I'm Ava. So what course are you studying?" She asks me, her eyes scanning my face; a little bit intimidating if you ask me but hey, nobody did.

"I'm studying Media Arts, you?" She asks, politely. She seems nice, I guess.

"Law." I nodded, looking around the room trying to find something to get me away from this. This conversation is coming to an awkward end. Luckily, my phone went off, signalling a text, hallelujah.

From daddy;

Hey sweetheart, how'd it go? I don't even need to ask, I can just feel it that you got it! I'll be on my way to pick you up in 10. Just say you're ill or something if anyone asks. Love you honey! xx

From Ava:

Hi daddy! The interview went pretty well, I'll just tell you all about it later. I'll meet you out the front in 10 :) Love you more xx

I made quick lie to Chloe and made a beeline for the door. Just as my hand touched the door handle, someone elses hand touched my shoulder. I shuddered slightly at the touch as I turned around to face the culprit.

"Where do you think you're going, Miss Anderson?" Mrs Richardson demanded.

"Oh, I uh feel really really really sick." I lied, my hand instinctively flew to my forehead as I fake coughed. "I think I might throw up."

"Oh really?" She asked, lifting her perfectly drawn on eyebrows. Well.. I say perfectly but one of them had a wonky end.

"Yes, I might actually throw up on you if you don't move." I threatened, coughing again.

"You may go, I guess I'll see you at freshers week, Miss Anderson." She took her hand off my shoulder and opened the door.

"Thank you miss! I'll see you in two months!" I squealed as her face fell. That wasn't being very ill. I tried to save myself by adding another fake cough.

"Just go, Anderson." She sighed, closing the door behind me. I walked all the way to the front of the school, to see mum, dad and my eleven year old brother, Logan. I waved at them and hopped in the back seat, next to Logan.

"Soooooo, how'd it go, honey?" Mum asked, everyones faces lighting up, ready for my answer.

"I got in!"

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"Where are we going tonight" I ask, kicking my shoes off onto the floor of the hotel we're staying in. It's pretty damn amazing, like it's basically just marble.. That's it. And then the bed is so soft and comfortable.. I could just die on it and sink into it..

"Well, to celebrate you going to university and it's our last day in America, we thought we would go out for dinner at say seven?" Mum asks, as we all head into the kitchen.

"Sounds great. Where we going?" I slump down on the sofa and turn on the television.

"It's some place called Baco Mercat, it's the number one restaurant in Los Angeles. It'll be your dads treat to you."

"Awesome, I'll go and get ready" I run across our hotel room, and into the bathroom before anyone else does. I quickly wash my hair and body before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body and running back across all the rooms and into mine.

I flip open my suitcase, scouring for the dress I picked especially for this occasion. It was a skin coloured dress. The back was longer than the front and it had a collar. The collar was covered in jewels and sparkly things and I loved it so much.

I slipped into the dress and started on my hair. I blow-dried it and scraped it back into a tight doughnut bun. I clipped the last few strands of hair back before picking up a headband and putting it on. I swiped my usual mascara on my eyelashes and put some foundation on but just on my spots because spots are gross. I decided against wearing my glasses tonight and put in contact lenses in.

I grabbed my black wedges from the top of my suitcase and headed towards the living room where everyone was waiting.

Mum was wearing a red dress that reached the floor, a slit down one side and she had some black heels on her feet. Dad was wearing a suit but no tie, just had it open collared and Logan was wearing exactly the same as Dad and his hair had actually been brushed, at last.

"You look very pretty." Logan smiled, putting his hands into his blazer pockets. Wow, a compliment from my brother.. The world must be ending.

"So do you, Champ." I teased, I ruffled his hair which was actually quite soft. "And you finally brushed your hair."

"Haha, you're so funny sis."

"I know, thank you so much for reminding me."

"Before you guys start fighting, shall we go?" Dad interrupted, holding the hotel door open and we all walked out.

There's always one good things to bringing your dad to America.. He'll buy you food. Good food.

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I know this chapter is slightly boring but it is just a filler and I actually don't have a plot for this story. I'm just writing as I go along so updates might take awhile. I really want this to be a good story but it'll just take me time but thank you for reading up to this (even though it's only the first official chapter but still) I will try my best and thanks again to @ziallstickers or Jacky for adding bits in and making it 655874748937297 times better