The Chronicles Of Juniper Ross

Chapter 1

The Chronicles of Juniper Ross- Chapter 1

I turned my IPod on full blast on the never ending plane ride. My dad was going to have a fit when Julia told him I was in even more trouble, Maybe he wouldn't care. He hasn't been caring about anything I do for the past two years. As I always say: what an awarding wining dad I have.

Some random driver picked me up from the airport, I was never home enough to know all of their names, after all there were like 5 that worked for my dad.

The only person I bothered to remember at home and looked after me for ages was the chef: Lindsay, she had long black hair and loads of piercings so I still don't know how she still works at home, for my dad hates people with piercings. He absolutely cant stand them that is why I got my noes pierced just to annoy him, I took it out after two weeks though. I caught a cold and couldn't blow my nose.

At home I could only hear Hannah crying behind closed doors, it didn't surprise me; all that kid did was cry. So I sauntered up to my room carrying my suitcases with me and threw myself on to my bed, inhaling the comforting smell of home. I don't know what it was, maybe my old teddy-bare on my bed or some of my mums paintings on the walls in my room but the tears pricked in my eyes.

This time I could cry, I was all alone and nobody would know.

Yeah I screwed up a lot, and I got into trouble, fights, my grades were dropping but it hadn't been this serious before. What would they do to me?

I didn't know, I could only hope for the best.

So for the first time in months I tried to hold them back but they just kept coming till there was a steady flow running down my face.

I cried for a lot of reasons. I cried cause I missed mum. I cried cause I was scared. I cried cause no one here ever pays the slightest bit of attention to me, to what I do and how I feel.

That way I slowly cried myself to sleep enveloped in the fluffy duvet with the lemon crisp smell that always told me I was home.

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I was woken by the shouting downstairs, great. Me coming home gave them something to shout about. This wasn't unusual or out of the ordinary matter of fact. Julia and dad argued all the time and I'm surprised they still manage to live under the same roof.

I sighed deeply and ran a hand through my tangled ginger hair.

Well there's no use I'm just sitting in bed, Id rather do something productive, I thought. So I got out of bed and took a long hot shower trying to rid myself and empty my mind of the emotions from the night before. Prepping myself for the fight I'll probably have with my father.

As I walked out of my room I had thrown on an overly large dark green sweater and a pair of black leggings, combing my wet hair with my fingers.

I cautiously walked downstairs, to the kitchen determined on avoiding my father till after breakfast. There Lindsay was flipping pancakes.

''Morning Kiddo, I haven't seen you in ages! Pancakes?''

''Hey Lindsay, yeah it has been ages and can I have some bacon as well?''

''Coming right up''

As I was munching breakfast on a stool in the kitchen I explained to Lindsay why i was home, She didn't take it too lightly.

''But thats not even that bad! Didnt you do something worse last term??''

''Yeah I did and for that I didnt get sent home, its so unfair and I don't even know what trouble Im going to get into!''