Just Another Girl

Hi, I'm Tee

Sometimes, even locking yourself in your bedroom and wearing headphones with music blasting into your ears isn't sufficient in drowning out the arguments taking place between the rest of your family members. Sometimes, getting good grades at school isn't enough for your parents because your older brother did the same did whilst being captain of the Varsity Football team. And sometimes, acting pleasantly and politely to everyone you meet in life because you strive to please people isn't recognized because you don't look how society wants you to.

I don't mean to make my life sound awfully depressing; I'm sure it's nice for you, the reader, to hear about the exciting things that may have happened to me or the funny stories I've accumulated with friends. But there comes an age when fairytales stop being believable and reality sets in, and while your high expectations of the world and everyone in it may come crashing down at an alarming pace, we must all face the truth at some stage in our lives.

I'm Tee by the way. I already mentioned that in that mandatory description you have to fill out at the beginning of these things. My full name is Talia but for the minor few that know me properly, I'm Tee and I guess you can join that group. (You're welcome.) I have now reached the grand old age of seventeen, I am a junior in high school, and my parents hate each other. That probably wasn't the normal list of facts expected from someone when you're first introduced, but it's a fact nonetheless. They're only still together because they run a business together, and the divorce would cause negative publicity. So they stick it out with their fake smiles whenever they venture outside the house and all hell breaks loose once they're back.

Yay for me.

I can't complain about everything though...well I could but no doubt it would get slightly tedious after a while. I live in a beautiful house, I have some wonderful friends and a loving brother. HA okay the last bit is slightly false – I have a brother, he just hates my guts. Because you see Luke (that's my brother's name in case I went onto a first name basis too quickly for you) is that stereotypical ASS who acts like he owns your high school and everything in it. They say twins usually have a deep emotional connection, and clearly Luke and I are the exceptions to that idea. He is the high school jock, I'm the quiet girl just wanting to graduate with good grades, and the occasional grunt of acknowledgment towards each other at the breakfast table serves as the only "connection" we may have. And the most annoying thing of all, he's one of those people who do nothing to study, yet have amazing grades. Yes – one of those evil monsters.

So many people have asked me whether I'm jealous of Luke – even my own parents throw the subtle suggestion of jealousy into our rare conversations. And the truth is yes, I'm probably jealous. Not because he's popular and I'm barely recognizable, nor because he attained ALL of the good looking genes and I was left with gingery hair and pale skin.

I'm jealous because he always manages to make it seem like he doesn't care.

The slightest criticism from my parents gets me down whereas Luke could get a whole barrage of it and brush it off immediately. People could make the slightest mean comment towards me, and whether it was intended as a joke or not, I swear I will remember it for years to come, yet Luke just comes up with some genius response and laughs it off. I would love so much to be able to do the same.

*Bzz*

I crawl to the end of my bed and hang slightly off it to reach my phone, too lazy to actually get up and walk to it, and see the notification of a snapchat from Hanna (yes, she's got the weird spelling without the 'h' on the end). Hanna is one of my closest friends and her stupid snapchats honestly make my day sometimes. Whoever invented those filters is a genius I'm telling you.

I send a rather less funny photo in response before putting my phone back on charge and returning to my beloved math homework. Please note that I was being sarcastic; math and I do not have a good relationship and it is therefore not my beloved. I genuinely dread every single math lesson we have, and that's not a reflection of my teacher, it's just because Precalculus has become my number one enemy.

Well maybe it's my number two...but that's another story. 

The next song on my playlist comes on and it turns out to be "Hall of Fame" by The Script. This naturally means a quick jam around my bedroom. Music is my vice - I'm not one of those people who know everything about every song, and I don't really have an individual music taste either. I'm probably just like the average teenager who listens to chart music and is oblivious to the amazing songs from previous generations - but I do love to just go up to my bedroom after returning from school and listening to song after song. I suppose it's partially an excuse for putting off homework, but never mind. 

The song is just getting to the final chorus when the sound of an object hitting glass manages to reach my ears, followed by a rather loud curse. I immediately turn around and I'm unable to react in any other way than my eyes widening and my jaw hitting the floor (slight exaggeration but I'll roll with it). 

I guess the tale of absolute number one enemy will be told far sooner than I had intended, for you see the object that had hit glass was a football, and the glass it had hit was my bedroom window, which was now only fragments of glass sticking out from the frame. Thankfully, most of the glass had fallen down the outside of the house, rather than onto the carpet that covered the floor, but that was the least of my worries.

I was going to be slaughtered. Good bye world, you've been kinda crappy but I'll be sad to see you go anyway. 

Now in a full state of panic I look across from my window to see the rather stunned face of my next-door neighbor. While a horrified expression had currently settled on my face, a rather smug looking smirk had appeared on his. How is that possible? He's just smashed my window with a football, and he looks proud of it. EURGH. 

Ladies and gentleman, what better timing than to introduce to you my prime enemy, the bane of my life, Mr Jake Turner.

A/N

So this is my new venture in the writing world and I really want to see this through. Thank you to all you lovely people who have read this chapter - I appreciate every single one of you, and so does Tee. I imagine her being played by Shailene Woodley.

The two of us will see you soon - hopefully it won't be too long till the next update.

So long for now,

Amelia_Silver <3