Addicted z.m

Chapter 1

Just a warning, the first few chapters probably won't be as intriguing as the rest, but I promise the story alone gets better.

Another day

Another school

Another country.

The joys of being in a military family.

Sure it was cool to other people that I got to see the world, but they found it so fascinating because staying in one place is all they've ever known. If I had been born and raised in America then I'd understand the excitement in moving to Europe and Asia and South America.

But I wasn't.

I was born in Norway and raised three years of my life in Germany then the next two years in India. Four years in Montana. Two years in France. One in Washington state. Thwo in Peru and three in California.

I miss Cali.

Of all the places I'd lived, California was my favourite. It felt like home and I fit in pretty well. I had the dirty-blond hair and fair skin that a majority of the girls in my school had.

No matter how many times I complained, I still loved it there. It was my home. Everyone complains about their home. That's a part of what makes it home: the freedom to complain but stay anyway.

When Dad told me he got stationed in London, I won't lie, I cried. I knew the news was coming eventually but I had grown so comfortable with everything and everyone.

"Spencer Elizabeth, if you're not down here in twenty you're catching the bus!" Mom - or should I say Mum - called from downstairs.

"Ugh!" I groaned, covering my face with my pillow. Who goes to a new school on a Thursday? The end of the week?

Riding the bus was not an option so I forced myself out of the bed and into the "loo". God I hate England! Damn England with its stupid terms and its stupid accents!

It took me ten minutes to get my face washed and my teeth brushed. When I got the stupid maroon and gold uniform on I frowned at myself in the mirror.

I hadn't planned on putting on make-up that day because I didn't feel like impressing these stuck-up brits. But the uniform threw me off and I found myself applying a very thin layer of make-up; I didn't want them thinking I was desperate to impress.

"Spencer!" Mom sent a warning.

I sighed, settling with my natural wavy hair. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked down the stairs to our unnecessary large house. It's not like we'd be living here long anyways.

"You ready?" Dad smiled up from his newspaper and muffin.

"No, but that isn't going to change the fact that I still have to go." I sassed.

"Hey, who knows," he shrugged. "Maybe you'll like it here more than California."

I snorted. "Yeah. Right. Dad, there's not even any sun here. And even when there is there's barely any heat."

"Spencer, let's go. I have interviews to get to." Mom called, her hands full of papers and binders as she held the door open.

I sighed once more before placing a kiss on my dad's cheek. "Bye Dad."

He wished me a good day at school and I shrugged it off, believing that it would be close to impossible for me to enjoy myself here.

Mom rushed me into the car and just like that, I was driven to my doom.

Damn England, driving on the wrong side of the road!

They even spell things different too!

Who puts a u in colour?!