One More Year

Chapter 3 ~ Two Faces to Everyone

AN~ Above is a picture of Blair's parent's houses, sorry if they don't fit the Orlando theme I tried to set. I've never been there myself, I've only visited America once and that was when I was seven so if any of my stories doesn't fit in with the American theme then please let me know!!!

Also if you don't like the houses feel free to envision it another way, these were the only house I believed would fit her family's description.

HAPPY READING :) :) :)

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I drive along the narrowing streets of South Orlando; the houses getting fancier the further I drive. Mums house is nowhere near as impressive as dads as he lives in the richest part of Orlando (Winter Garden), but in saying that mum's house is still a close competitor.

And it should be all the time she spent searching for boyfriends rich enough to support her revenge plan. Which basically consists of her wanting (and usually getting) everything better than what dads got, and that includes me and my brother, Zayne. I use to spend 70% of my time at mums house and the other 30% at dads. Dad didn't mind at first, he was too preoccupied with his 'new family' to give two rats about us, but he soon realized what mum was doing and didn't want her to win the 'game', so he convinced her to let us stay at his more.

Now I spend 55% of my time (65% if I can help it) at dads and 45% of it at mums.

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As I finally round the corner to mums mansion (that she likes to refer to as a house) I take out the key to open the electronic gate. It slides open effortlessly as if it didn't weigh 1/2 a ton. The gate makes the house look impersonating, like why do these people need a gigantic, black, metal gate? What are they hiding? Weapons? Drugs? Actually, there probably are drugs stashed somewhere in the house from where Zayne had hidden them when staying with us, hiding from his narcissistic on-again, off-again girlfriend, Jamie.

Mum's house was beautifully impersonating, it had a rough but classy exterior giving no hints about what lay beneath the cobblestone covered walls. The inside was elegant and nothing short of extravagant, with a black, white and grey theme it portrayed cleanliness, sophistication and modernistic throughout the whole house. Only to be interrupted when you reached my safe haven.

My car glides smoothly over the featureless asphalt, and I press another key to open up my side of the garage. I drive in careful not to hit my review mirrors again.

The first thing I notice is Jeff's silver stained Mercedes Benzes A-class car in his allocated car park. I groan inwardly and lean forward onto my steering wheel. I turn my car off and hear its gentle hum die out and with it my dreams of peace.

It's eerily quiet in the cool confines of the garage. I contemplate about whether leaving now, just driving off, maybe go stay at Kass's house but then I remember she hates me right now, and Jeff has probably already seen my car and will interrogate me once I eventually come back to the house.

I lay there in the silence for a while longer. My phone buzzes alerting me of a text. I pick it up and look at it. It's from Kass; I didn't expect to hear from her until tomorrow or something. She must want something.

Bestie4lyf: Hey gurl, can I come round? xx

And yes that is what I have saved her as; it's been like that since junior year though so no judging.

Me: Sure x

Bestie4lyf: Okay good cause I'm already at your gate :)

At this text, I hear a honk of a horn and I know it's Kass wanting me to let her in.