More Than This

Chapter 1, Exceptionally Ordinary.

(A.N) Hello, this is my first ever fanfiction! i hope you enjoy it, i have plenty of twists and turns planned for this story, stay tuned!)

Chapter 1, Exceptionally Ordinary.

"Hmph" I groaned as my alarm blasted on my blackberry, waking me up. The temptation to snooze my alarm was too great, but i knew i had to wake up. It was 6:30am, and i was starting my first day at a new college, in a new town.I lay in bed thinking about the life i had left. Brighton is where i had lived a grew up. I loved it there. My mother, who grew up in Cheshire, moved away to Brighton when she was about 20, met my dad and then I happened. From a very young age my mother has always wanted to move back up north...

After What seemed like hours of staring at the ceiling, but was only actually 15 minuets i got up. I had sleeping in my dads over-sized 'The Jam' shirt which he had given me when i was 14, since i always moaned about how much i wanted it.

I walked over to the mirror to inspect myself this morning. I had puffy bags under my eyes, brilliant. My hair is about an inch longer than shoulder length, red and wavy. Very hard to tame sometimes. I was nothing special; I was exceptionally ordinary, if that. That's how i described myself to other people. I was 17 and no taller than 5'5. I was quite thin, but then again i'd always been thin. My face was pretty plain. I had a few freckles, but nothing special. My skin was quite pale too. The only thing i really liked about my face were my green eyes. I glanced over my face and fiddled with my nose ring.  I wasn't exactly your ordinary teenager, thats for sure.

With mum still in bed, i creeped almost soundlessly to the bathroom across the hall from my room. I took off the shirt i was wearing and climbed into the shower. It felt to refreshing and nice. After washing myself with my favorite vanilla body wash, and washing my hair with my favorite shampoo and conditioner, i got out of the shower, wrapped myself and my hair in a towel a slid back into my room.

This room was bigger than my bedroom back at home in Brighton, and a lot bigger than the room i had at my dads.. My dad was so heartbroken when i told him i was moving up to Manchester with mum... There were 3 guitars on a stand in the courner next to an amp, One guitar was a black epiphone, one was a blueridge acoustic, a moving present from my sister, and one was a cheaper acoustic covererd in band stickers and rude words. If there was anything about my room which i valued the most it was my guitars and my books, which were in a row on my desk just behind my laptop. From every book in the Harry Potter series to The God Delusion. My walls a few pictures of me and friends from Reading Festival, and a few posters of bands like The Beatles and The Who.

After drying my hair, i sat on my bed, staring at the picture on my bedside table. It was a picture of me and a boy who was a lot taller than me, his arm over my sholders, smiling happily as ever. His blue eyes piercing through his brown fringe. I was holding a cigarette in one hand and a can of cider in the other, laughing almost manically. This was a picture taken earlier that summer at Reading Festival. That was before the news of me moving away had come about. We were so careless that summer. We wern't exactly 'boyfriend and girlfriend', but we were definately more than friends. He gave me a new breath of confidence and freedom which i've never experienced before... That was the hardest part of leaving Brighton.. Leaving him. It was for the best though. We had both decided to go to different colleges, and then with the news of me moving half way acorss england, we wouldn't be able to handle a long distance relationship, he was too much of a physical person, and a complete ladys man... I still miss him though.

After my body had dried, i put on my underwear, then my purple dressing gown and went downstairs to have breakfast. I was still getting used to the house. Walking down the staircase, i noticed my mum had put pictures up on the wall leading to downstairs. Pictures of me as a child, me mum and dad (when they were together) pictures of my sister, who was 26 and still living in brighton. She worked at the hospital and had a partner she lived with, so she wasnt obligated to move with us.

I opened the fridge and stared mindlessly into it, scanning every item. I decided to go for Cornflakes and toast. My mum was cute enough to label the shelfs for me. 'Katies Shelf' And 'Mums Shelf', I'm a vegetarian you see. Me and mum always try and eat at the same time, but its difficult when you have to cook two seperate meals.

After finishing my breakfast, i went upstairs, brushed my teeth and moped back into my bed room to get dressed. It was now 7:23.I did my make-up first. I just did my usual cat eye winged eyeliner and mascara, nothing special. Next, i pretty much left my wavy hair as it was. I put in a black bandana though, since i've always liked the 'pin up girl' look. I decided to wear my patterned fishnet tights and my highwaisted denim shorts and my favorite Joy Division shirt. It had the 'Unknown Pleasures' album art work on it. I wore my black seethrough shirt over the top. It wouldn't keep me much warmer as it was very thin, so i decided to wear my parker coat today aswell. I gathered all the essentials, pens, a note book, my blackberry, my purse and my ipod and put them in my black Beatles bag and proceded to go downstairs.

When i reached the bottom i put my black military style boots on. I noticed a £20 note and a written note on the coffee table, it said

"Hello Katie, here's your money for college this week

Enjoy your first day.

Love, mum.

xoxo"

That's nice of her. Shes a bit tight on money at the moment because shes still looking for a job, i felt slightly guilty about taking it but put it in my purse anyway. I grabbed my keys, took my ipod out my bag, and stepped outside, locking the door behind me.