Emerald Green

Chapter One

Month – February 2012

It had been over a week since the Island Party and I was itching to go out drinking, as I strapped my black heels on and applied the signature blood red lipstick to my full lips. I grabbed the small black leather bag from the corner of my bed and headed for the front door. We were meeting at Stacey’s before catching up with Lui in Surfers Paradise, I wasn’t sure if Ally was going to be there but I felt hopeful as I strutted out the door ready to get a little drunk.

I had been working all week at the golf resort, and due to the school holidays that were still going, I had been placed on “Pool Side”, which meant I was forced to strut around the pool in short shorts and a small blue top taking orders from trophy house wives and spoilt children.

I hated school holidays, but at least I got a good tan.  

“I’m going out!”

I yelled down the long white hallway, getting a small ‘OK’ in response.

Living with my grandparents for over two years now was never my ideal situation, but after my mother had decided to move us and my 16 year old dog out of my childhood home and into a cramped apartment at the wrong end of junky city, I opted for taking my dog Shelly and staying with my grandparents in the pristine four bedroom show home they had built two streets back from the ocean.

My grandparents have never really reminded me of normal grandparents, they are very young and fit for their age, and many of my friends considered them to be rich, however that is not the case, I mean they do have money.

And I guess retiring at 50 is not something a lot of people can afford to do. But my grandparents are very smart business people and worked very hard for everything they have, and inturn are very generous when it comes to their family.

But a lot had happened over the last two years, and after loosing my home, and not soon after, my dog Shelly I drifted.  And after falling into a few more serious incidents I began to spiral off track and suffered a bout of depression, I found myself unable to leave my room for days on end, pondering thoughts of suicide and self harm, crying for hours sparked by trivial objects or images and at any moment.

I lost all my close friends and distanced myself from my mother, blaming her for tipping the first domino that brought my whole world down around me. However I knew better now.

Two years had past and I was finally in a good place, I mean don’t get me wrong, I still felt those emotions sometimes, and I would never forget the events that took place before my decent into darkness.

But now instead of hiding away I had subconsciously surrounded myself with encouraging like minded people, and as a 19 year old girl still confused about her sexuality I felt the only way to move forward was to embrace whatever life had the mordacity to throw my way.

I slipped out the front door, smiling to myself as I strutted towards my car, which my grandparents had bought me for my 17th birthday, her black bonnet shined under the street light as I clicked the button on my key to unlock it.

The car wasn’t anything fancy, I mean they hadn’t gone out and bought me a Ferrari or brand new convertible; it was a black Holden Astra that they had bought off a friend who had kept it in very good condition.

I checked my red lips in the rear view mirror as I started the car, I knew I was spoilt but I would never admit that to anyone.   

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Two hours later I was $10 dollars short and three shots deep, with no intention of slowing down for at least another hour.  

“Wet Pussy’s!”