The Change. (On Hold)

Chapter 1-

Dedicated to her^ because of the picture on the side !

"Dad, you know it's not too late to change your mind so I can go to schoolies with the rest of my friends, right?" I asked as I jumped onto the couch and turned the television on. I picked up my beer and took a sip as I watched my dad's broad face intently for any change in his expression that might even slightly give in. There was no change so I started talking again. "It's not like I did anything any way, for you too even ground me." I rolled my eyes.

"You- You" He stuttered as he pointed his finger at me. "You think you haven't done anything wrong?" He yelled, his face going red from anger.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I am saying." I took a big gulp of my beer and scrunched my face as the alcohol burned its way down my throat.

"Are you seriously that stupid? You put the neighbour's car on fire!" His face went a darker shade of red, and if it was possible I think steam could have come out of his ears. "You are so lucky that the fire only happened to be small before George extinguished it!"

"What it wasn't like the cars worth a lot anyway, I was doing him a favour." I explained, with an innocent smile. "He needed a new car, his was crap."

"You are so," he extended the 'o' sound, "so lucky that he didn't call the cops."

"Well he didn't so who cares?" I took another sip of beer, but only a little drop came out so I eyed the inside of the bottle to see if there was any drops left.

"I care, your neighbour cares," he softened his voice slightly, "and I am pretty sure your mother would care."

At the mention of my mother, the beer bottle fell out of my hands and my eyes followed it, as it made a smashing noise when it hit the floor and glass spluttered everywhere.

"Don't," I gulped, and forced my voice to make the words sound venomous "mention mum." I stood up from the couch, trying to hold back my tears. I walked out of the family room and climbed the stairs to my room. I opened my black bedroom door and slammed it closed, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. I perched myself on my bed and tried to stop the tears from running down my cheeks.

It has been a year and half - a year and four months to be precise - since my mother passed away. The death was tough on my dad and older sister; Amelia, but it was tougher on me having to witness it. No one really knew what happened on the night of my mother's death besides me, but I don't have the guts to tell anyone, not even my dad. My family only knows what the police have told them but I know the full story. I know what really happened, however no one is trustworthy enough to hear it.

The tears stopped forming and I rose from my sitting position to open the blinds, as my room was pitch black - I had painted it shades of black and grey during my 'phase' as I called it. However my dad called it an 'extremely bad change'. Before my mother died I was the perfect teenager, the perfect child, the perfect student, the perfect Molly Evans. I studied a lot to get good grades, I followed all the rules, - including school rules, and I know it's hard to believe now - I was in bed by curfew, - ten o'clock on the dot, any later I was grounded - I wasn't allowed to have boyfriends, - not that I had a problem with that because I was too frightened to talk to boys my age - I wasn't allowed to watch television or be on the computer for longer than two hours a day and one major rule was I wasn't allowed to drink alcohol until I was 21 - which is three years from now-. Little did everyone know I ended up breaking every single rule.

Since my mother's death Molly Evans is now the girl you don't want to mess with. Mess with me and your life will be hell. See our neighbour George told me two weeks ago to turn down my music I was playing in the car and he pissed me off, so, well I lit his car on fire the following night.