Take Everything For Granted

Protective Talks and Desperate Intruders

CHAPTER:2

After our farewells for the day, i climbed into my car and raced home, once again convincing myself that I could be the next Usain Bolt. I opened the front door, making a beeline for the kitchen when suddenly I began to make out broken parts of conversations being passed along.
But to my dismay the conversations were put to a halt when I made an entrance to the kitchen, instead my family bombarded me with endless hugs, except the little, irritating devil, Dad forced me to call my stepsister- Amanda Lachlan.

Five years ago, dad declared a divorce with mum and married Maria, two years later. Surprisingly she turned out to be an amazing stepmum. So she moved in with us two weeks after the marriage with her son and daughter. Her son Adam Lachlan, the same Ashe as me, has always been there for me since day 1 and I loved him for that. They both inherited the genes of blond hair and crystal blue eyes- something I always envied.
I continued to trail off as I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom, making sure to shut the door behind. I logged onto my laptop and into my Facebook page I went and as if waiting for my arrival, a conversation popped up. 

Chase Davids: Hey Turner

Vivienne Turner: Hey Davids! :) What are you up to?

Chase Davids: Just chilling with a random girl from the neighbourhood.

Vivienne Turner: Please don't define "chilling."

Chase Davids: Are you sure you're not curious?

Vivienne Turner: Positive!

Chase Davids: What are you up to, Turner?

Vivienne Turner: Life is hard and we only get one shot at it, how is it easy to accomplish anything before death?

Chase Davids: What's going on in that mind of yours? Why have we gone spiritual? Is there someone who needs a good greeting from my fist?

Vivienne Turner: I'm just saying, and please let's not have one your protective talks again.

Chase Davids: Just remember my fist is here when you need it.

Chase Davids: Love you Turner

Vivienne Turner: Love you Davids

I then logged off my laptop, jumping into my bed heavily as if i weighed nothing. I sighed. I was so confused and frustrated all at the same time. What was i supposed to do in a situation like this? I really didn't plan on being on Rebecca's hate list, especially in Senior year. I just hoped that I could slip through this one easily. If only Nathan could stop being so narrow-minded and realise her true self. For the rest of the night, I felt like even talking took the highest intake of energy so I turned my playlist on from my iPod and closed my eyes, mesmerised by the lyrics I fell in love with.
I eventually fell asleep but suddenly woke up to the sound of my door creaking. I shot my head right up expecting a burglar to intrude. I was ready, in my karate stance when I spotted a flashlight being held to light up the room. Following the arm gripping the flashlight, I noted long blond hair and knew that Amanda was snooping around again. I threw my arms back down and head onto my fluff-filled pillow and I pretended to squint my eyes completely shut. My heartbeat started to quicken as curiosity invaded my once clear mind. Unanswered questions swam in an ocean filled with shock as a migraine crept its way to my temple.
Turning my attention back to Amanda, she began to toss through clothes and shelves, trying to not make an obvious mess.
After a few more minutes of shuffling and impatient grunts, she left the room. As soon as I heard her bedroom door close on the other end, I forced my body to resist the urge to get up and find what she was after. Knowing I couldn't turn on my bedroom light, as that would have her notice that I was awake, the temptations of getting up faded away as my eyelids dropped closed.

I knew that tomorrow, a challenge lay ahead of me.

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