The Carter Family Screw Up [Carter Brothers - Book 2]

One - "She's such a nobody."

"Maggie ran away."

"I heard she killed herself. Finally."

"Her parents sent her away to a boarding school because they can't stand her."

"She's such a nobody."

"Shank."

"Bitch."

I dont even know why I bother looking at my Facebook. It's always the same. And it will probably be the same tomorrow when I start my new school. Much to the disappointment of my former classmates, my parents haven't sent me to a boarding school - they've sent me to live with my aunt Tessie and Uncle Dave.

My parents are good people. Amazing actually - they both volunteer with the red cross. I admire their kindness in helping those in need around the world - whether it be providing aid to people in a war-torn country, or helping those effected by a natural disaster. Im incrediblely proud of them, but with what they do, it meant that they were away for long periods of time.

To tell the truth, a part of me resented them for it. They spend so much of their time helping and supporting other people, but are not there for me when I need them. But, I can't exactly tell them that because what they do is such an important job that I feel guilty even thinking about being angry with them. So I let them be.

My moms family have owned a very successful vineyard for the last 80 years, which is how my parents have been able to volunteer full time. And my grandmother made sure I had a trust fund to take care of myself, when my parents were away, even though I was never left alone.

Whenever they weren't around, I would stay with my best friend Eddie. She's a girl, by the way - Eddie is short for Edwina - which she hates with a fiery passion - and she is the closest thing I have to a sister. We've known eachother since practically birth as our mothers met and eventually became best friends, when they gave birth 2 days apart in the same hospital.

We're different in many ways but we just click. I can be quite loud at times, sarcastic and I'm not easily intimidated, whereas she's quiet around people she doesn't know and doesn't like to fight authority. She's polite and respectful, and I swear like a sailor. I love meat, she's a vegetarian, I like dark shades, she's obsessed with yellow, she can play piano and the flute, whereas I can't play a damn thing. I have rhythm but I don't have the patience to sit down and learn an instrument.

Sadly, her grandmother recently got diagnosed with dementia so her and her parents are moving in with her to help take care of her, so it meant I was no longer able to stay with them.

Thankfully I love my aunt and uncle. My aunt was the one who I talked to about boys or sex, and my uncle let's me have a beer or 2 sometimes. They're good, kind, trusting people so I'm not unhappy to be living with them. And getting away from my old school, and all the drama and crap thrown my way in those dank, dirty halls, will do me some good.

Hopefully.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by my phone beeping with a text.

Eddie: How's the unpacking going? Xx

I look around my fairly large room, which I've somehow managed to make look smaller with the plethora of boxes strewn around. I've been here 3 hours and I've only managed to unpack 1 box. I'm not lazy, it's just my mind keeps wandering back to my 'old life'.

Me: Perfect - I'm almost done xx.

I lie.

"Maggie dear, dinners ready." My aunt yelled from downstairs.