Different but Destined

Chapter 1.

I groan as the annoying sound of my alarm clock rings through my ears this early in the morning.

This is the day I move across the damn world. I've literally been dreading this day for over a year. Don't get me wrong, I cannot wait to pursue my dream job in my dream city, It's an incredible opportunity and I cant believe I get to live it but at the same time I'm moving to a place where I know no one and I'm leaving my friends and family behind.

"Shut up!" I practically scream, slamming my hand down on the old thing.

It falls to the floor and breaks into more pieces than I knew an alarm clock had.

"Shit," I whisper, getting up and kneeling down beside it.

"Mettisse what are you doing?" My mothers voice startles me from my bedroom door.

"I, uhm sort of like broke my alarm clock, maybe." My voice comes out more high pitched than I had expected.

"You idiot," She laughs, picking up the alarm clock from beside me. "Now get that ass in the shower, quick! We need to leave soon," she smacks me on the bum while carrying the alarm clock out of the room.

My mums always been a chilled out mum from how long I can remember. She won't hassle me about anything and hardly tells me what to do, it can be bad sometimes and I have got myself in trouble a fair few times but I've always liked that about her, besides how she acts she would do anything for me. She never has a care in the world. She probably does, but she doesn't show it and that's a good skill I would like to gain.

I rush to the shower across the hall and literally dive in, turning the tap to boiling hot. I wash my hair and shave every part of my body, something I do when I'm nervous.

Once I'm done I turn the tap off and grab a towel, covering my naked body.

I run to my room and sit on my comfy bed, deciding what to wear. I look through my endless supply of clothes and need to pick out something comfy for the flight and also something for my first day at my new job. I know I can do it when I'm in America but I would prefer my mum to pick it out because I'm lazy.

"Mum!" I finally shout when I can't choose what to wear.

She comes rushing up the stairs, bursting in my room.

"Ambulance or plaster?" She quickly questions, I chuckle and shake my head.

"Please can you help me pick out what to wear for my first day?"

"Few! I thought it was bad." She puts the back of her hand to her forehead. I laugh and lay back on the bed.

She walks to my wardrobe and slides it open, looking at the selection of clothes.

"Right, for you're first day at work you want something cool but not too cool, yeah?" I nod and sit up as she pulls out some skinny ripped jeans and a semi see-through top.

"And professional mum," I shake my head as I look at the rips going all the way to the top of the thighs.

"Of course," she smiles and holds up a black skater skirt with a long sleeved turtle-neck top. I nod as she puts tights with it and my chunky heels.

"I'll put these in your suitcase," she says as she folds them up neatly in a pile.

She goes over to my underwear draw and pulls out a lacey thong.

"Where did you get this Mrs?" She waves my panties in the air.

"Mumm," I whine covering my red face. "I got it with Paige," I remove my fingers from my face. Paige is my best friend, we met in high school but didn't get on for years. We basically despised each other but then one day I guess we clicked and we've been best friends ever since.