Dear Me {ON HOLD}

Chapter I

Chapter One.

Robyn's POV

Okay, so, this week hasn't been the best week.

I mean, no week is the best but this week stands out above all of the other weeks because it's just pure torture.

Last Tuesday I turned 20. Yes, 20. I know to most it's 'not that old' but now I'm no longer a teenager and have to let go of my childhood. I know that I'm probably being a bit dramatic but that's not all. On my 18th birthday, my mum told me that I can stay until I turn the dreaded 20 years old, and now that I'm here and I'm not working, I'm going to get kicked out and will have nowhere to go.

Great.

I don't get it though. My older brother is going to be 26 in August yet he gets to stay? I'm not trying to be jealous or selfish but Jack is the golden boy. Gets what he wants, when he wants. And me? I get nothing.

Relatable? Yeah, thought so.

Every family has one. The prefect, the smartass, gets everything because they get good grades and are helpful.

Being the youngest, I got a lot of attention, which was great for a while. When I started primary school it all went down hill for me. My brother had just started high school and instantly became in all the top sets and got all the good grades.

I started college the year after I left high school and I loved it! It was great. But now, I'm starting university. So, not only am I being kicked out of my house, I've got to get a job and afford university. I might just get one of those student lone thingy majigs.

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To be honest, I didn't want to leave my bed this morning, I was too tired. I have been up ALL NIGHT worrying about everything but Jack, being the annoying bean he is, dragged me out of bed by saying that he was going to eat all my waffles.

"Jack. You dare. And I'll rip your balls off."

"THEN GET UP YOU LAZY PIECE OF CHEESE!" Oh yeah, my mum has a strict rule on swearing in the house, if we so much as 'crap' then we get slapped with her flip flop that she keeps hidden under the stairs.

I shoved my un-washed food in Jacks face and kicked him out of my room as I got changed.

I had a long look through my wardrobe until I spotted a pink pastel jumper with some white leggings so, I decided to put that on as I tied my waist-length brown hair up into a ponytail.

Nice clothes wasn't my thing. Normally I would just throw on whatever was in my wardrobe and deal with that for the rest of the day- no matter what anyone said about it.

I walked into the bathroom and scrubbed my teeth until they shone. Gotta get the Simon Cowell smile!

I walked downstairs and sat at the breakfast table to see my mum, Toby and Jack sat there, digging into their pancakes covered in syrup.

Oh yeah, Toby is Jack's dad. No, we don't have the same dad.

After my mum had Jack, her and Toby decided to 'take a break' for a while, which is where she got knocked up by my douche of a dad and had me. She then went back to Toby who accepted me and raised me as his own. I'm great full for that, but I hate him.

I just feel like Toby isn't the right man for my mum. He's very. . . Eh.

I quickly ate up my breakfast waffles and checked my phone.

June 23rd. Wait. JUNE 23rd!? No, no, no, no! I had to look at my university today! ARG! I'm so stupid!

I got up from my seat, grabbed my bag, checked that I had my purse and plopped my phone into my bag before running out without saying a word.

I'm so late.

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I waited for about 15 minutes before my bus arrived. I had to go to Manchester to see this university. It's not that far from where I live, it's about 30 minutes away but I'm too lazy to walk.

I put my earphones in and listened to some of my music whilst looking out the window.

My hands started to become sweaty, probably because I'm so hot.

And I mean in both ways.

I know, I know, I'm so sexy.

After what felt like forever, the bus finally stops and I get off, practically running to the university.

Now, I don't know anyone there so it's kinda awkward for me when I get there as I'm just stood there like a lonely potato, but I eventually found where I was meant to go.

Everyone was gathered in a large hall area. I made my way to a seat right at the back and tried to catch on what they where saying.

Blah, blah ,blah. Something about food.

I suddenly stop as I hear them talking about dorms that we can stay in for the year.

Oh my fluffleunicorn. This is perfect.

This helps we the 'me being homeless' problem. Plus, my mum said she'd pay for any needs that I had in uni.

I guess I just hit two birds with one stone. I think?