the bloody mirror

ASHLEY POV

I was sleeping until I heard my door fly open and slam against the wall. "Get your lazy dumb ass out of bed!" My mom yelled. I never thought about stuff when I was sleepy so my response, was to yell back. Bad idea. "Get your ass out of my room so I can sleep!" I yelled. I hated my mom. I didn't hear a response, so I looked up. Right then she slapped me across the face. That made me wake up instantly. After arguing for some time I ran to the shower and got in. When the hot water rolled down my bod I felt a sting on my inner wrist. It was because of my cut. Yes, i cutted myself. Honestly, it was my mom, she makes me so depressed. I got out and got dressed, blow dried my long blonde hair, and brushed my teeth. Since it would be warm I put on a black tank-top with short white shorts. I pulled my blonde hair into a cute messy bun and went to my room.

"Get your bags,now!" My mom screaming at me again. same old, same old. Ever since my dad died she would yell and yell at me, for no reason. We were moving to a nice town in Oregon. We used to live in Alaska. We moved because my mom didn't want to be in the same state that dad died. Honestly, we don't know how dad died. Mom "says" she doesn't know but you can obviously tell she does. I should probably start from the beginning.

Hi, I'm Ashley. I am 14 and my older brother, Thomas, is 15. My dad was 35 when he died. I was 13 when he died. My brother and I have became really close since we both got yelled at AT LEAST 10 times a day. We used to live in Alaska, like you already know. Now, we are traveling to Oregon. My mom says that it is a nice Victorian house. Yes, I was excited to see it. Now back to the story.

Thomas and I loaded our bags into the back of the van. "Who is ridding in the passenger seat next to me?" Mom asked. She always acted like she never yelled at us and she was all nice. Neither of us wanted to sit next to her because half the time she yells at them more. "I asked you a question, answer me!" She shrieked at us.

"N-neither of us m-mom." I said. I always stuttered around her. She scared me. She looked hurt but we soon left our house and was on the road. It took us about 6 days to get there. She didn't yell at us at all this time. When we got there Thomas and I were, both, surprised. I instantly took my luggage and went to find a room. I got up and chose the room that had a pink window seat, and queen sized bed, places walls, a pink ceiling,pink carpet, a walk-in closet, and even a mint, black, chandelier. I knew, I could call this room mine.

I began to unpack by placing my luggage on the floor, opening my bag, and getting out my pillows and sheets. After I made the bed, I needed a dresser to put my clothe in. And my hangers. Just I saw the movers truck pull up. I ran down the round stairs to the truck. They were moving my dresser so I ran up to them and grabbed it from them. It wasn't a big big one so it wasn't to hard to move.

I brought it up to my room and placed it were I wanted to. I jumped up and down because my room was coming along. I still had my book case, computer desk, and that's it of the BIG things. I finished ting up my room and I was done unpacking. I finished in about 3 hours, max. I stepped back into the doorway I was pleased. I had my zebra dresser next to my pink and black minx bed, and my dark brown computer desk in the opposite corner, and my zebra print book shelf set up next the the window seat with all my books set up in it. I had my best dresses and clothes hung in the walk-in closet. The walk-in closet was blue. I NEEDED to paint it. Yes, it was a nice shade of blue but the paint on the walls was chipping. Then, I got the idea. A little darker turquoise room with pink and white zebra stripes on it. I gave myself a mischievous smile.

This is GOING to be perfect. I ran down the stairs to my mom putting away the silverware. I put on my Angel face and looked at her innocently. "Mom, can I go get some stuff for my room at the store." I asked trying to sound as innocent as I could.

My mom slowly nodded and said " Yes, if you don't mind walking. I have enough to do here. "

"Okay. I don't mind at all." I said starting to walk out. The movers pulled out of the driveway. I went back inside to ask my mom another question. "Mom, were exactly is the store?" I asked.

"About 2 or 3 blocks down. You won't miss it. It's the biggest building here." She said.

I nodded and said "Thanks" to her as I left. I started to walk down the street. This town really wasn't as big as in Oregon. I loved the warm weather. "Thank you summer!" I yelled. No one was around except for the people driveg with their Windows down, but honestly when are they gonna stop to see who yelled it.

The store turned out to be 4 blocks down from my house. I started to think ,'it seemed like mom is happier here, and not always on edge. This is gonna be living here.' I walked into the doors as they moved apart. I went into a store called "Ace" I walked into the hardware part and looked around. They had the perfect shade of blue and pink, then they had a perfect white shade. It wasn't to shallow or to thick for it.

I dragged them half way to the counter. I finally let go to catch my breath again. I guess I was breathing pretty loud because a boy, that looked around my age came up to me. His eyes went up and down my body, making me feel more self-conscious by the second. His eyes eventually landed on mine. He had deep brown eyes with a medium tan. His hair was dark dark brown, almost black. He was wearing a tank-top with thick straps on it. It was grey with red glasses and a turquoise "swag" on it. His tank top showed his arms that were full of strength and muscle. He had blue jeans on with tennis-shoes,average boy.

He gave me a crooked smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Need any help with those?" He asked, the crooked smile on his face. I blushed out of embarrassment.

"Kind of." I said trying to make my voice come out louder then it did. He got a wide cheek to cheek smile. He walked over next to me and picked up the blue and white cans of paint. It seemed like it was no problem. I still struggled with the pink can. I finally got good grip on it and got it to the counter. It came to $30.00. I got out a $20 Bill and a $10 Bill. He helped me get the paint out the front door we both laid the paint cans on the ground to talk.

I looked at him shyly and said "Thank you so much."

He chuckled and said "No problem." His deep brown eyes stared into my deep blue eyes. His rough hand moved to my blonde hair. He started from the top of my head and he worked his way down to the bottom of my hair. He slowly pushed the hair, in front of my shoulder, behind my shoulder. He started to lean in and let's face it, I blushed like there was no tomarrow. We both closed our eyes and I could feel his warm breathagainst my face. 'I'm gonna get my first kiss today!YAY!' I thought to myself.

Just then my phone went off. I had "3000 miles away" as my ring tone. We both pulled way. He scratched his head out of awkwardness as I answered my phone.

HIS POV

We were so close. Just a few more inches would of done it. God, I hate phones at time like this. She said "I'll be right back." As I scratched my head. Of course I was disappointed. I don't know what it is about her but... her lips were just so tempting. She was just... different.. in a good, tempting, way. I could hear her from the corner.

"But mom, please, I just met someone and I really wanna talk to him." I smiled after she said that. 'She was talking about me!'

"Okay. Okay. I'll be back soon." She said disappointed. My smile vanished. 'Maybe I could get her phone number. Wait... I know what to !' She came back over.

"I have to go. Thank you for the help, though." She said shyly with her head down. I raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help but let a smirk come over my lips.

" You aren't carrying these all home by yourself, are you?" I asked.

She looked at the paint with a thoughtful face. "I...um... I don't know. I guess I have to." She said.

I picked up two and said " I'm helping you." She nodded and we walked back together, chatting happily along. It felt perfect.

ASHLEY'S POV

He was perfect. He had a great outer appearance AND his personality was great. I honestly thought this was gonna be the happiest day of my life, but I was sure wrong.