A day in my life.

Chapter 1- The Note

My life has never been easy. I've always felt so lonely. Although I don't get how that works because I have heaps of friends. For the most part my life is perfect. My school life is perfect.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

My alarm blared. Ugh, I rolled over and shut my alarm off. Quickly pulling my dona cover off me I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. Getting out of the over sized t-shirt and pajama shorts I had on. I slid into the shower, washing my body and hair. I turned off the taps and put on a pair of high wasted light blue shorts, and a maroon crop top and did, my hair in a french braid. Walking back into my room, I sat down at my desk chair, I looked around my room one last time knowing this would be the last time I ever saw this room. Everything I owned was in boxes. All apart from my bed that was staying behind. My mum was sending me to live with a family I had never met before. Apparently they were super rich and I was going to be the only girl there apart from the mum, whos name I dont know. I pulled out my diary from my backpack. Flipping to a clean page I grab a pen and start writing.

~She stands in front of the mirror and still doesn't feel like she is enough. She takes a deep breath, feeling like she is going to throw up. She has her laptop playing the music that shows she is in her depressive mood as almost always lately. She wants to cry, to scream to the world that she is done. Her best friend and her boyfriend are both getting drunk and she doesn't want to disturb her boyfriend's happiness, or her best friend as he drowns his sorrows and tries to escape the nightmares and the reality of this painful world. She doesn't want to feel the unease she's feeling or cry because it'll make her feel worse, feel guilty for disturbing their lives. She doesn't want to be here, she doesn't want to breathe. She wants to grab that razor that sits on her dresser and dig into the tender, pink flesh that deserves the punishment and the torture of physical pain. She's sick of never being good enough, of never fitting in. But she's also sick of being different, of standing out and making her points just to be torn down because they don't fit societies normality. She's done, she wants to be done. But people continue to keep her here and suffering within her mind and her emotional turmoil. She loves them too much to leave them behind.... She just can't breathe anymore. ~

My name is Bailey Ravenhurst. I guess I should probably explain who I am and why I'm being shipped to Melbourne to start all over again. I'm 17, and its currently summer break, and I'm in the progress of being shipped to Melbourne. I woke up a couple of days ago to find a note from my mother saying she was leaving and this person was meant to be looking after me.

Dear Bailey,
I know I havent been the best mum. And now I know that leaving wont make you forgive me for what I've done, and I dont expect you to forgive me. But please know that the people I'm leaving you with will care for you in many ways that I have never been able to. Please know what I'm doing is for the best. Taylor will be here in a couple of days, you have more than enough time to pack up your room.

Good Bye Bailey.

My head snaps towards the door when I hear a knock. I slowly get up and make my way to the door. Opening the door I see a tell Blonde hair, blue eyed women, with a man standing behind her. "Bailey?" she questions, I nod in reply, "I'm Taylor, Taylor Collins." I hold out my hand. "Bailey Ravenhurst" Instead of shaking my hand she pulls me in for a hug. "I'm so sorry she left Bailey, my family are going to help you in anyway we can. Let's get your boxes out to the truck and we'll head to your new home in the car" she says. I nod in response, showing them the way to my room, and picking up the first box, we load up the truck. "Now that the truck is loaded, lets go, it'll be a long drive."

If you hadn't noticed, I dont talk much. Usually you cant shut me up. I wanted to make that change, I wanted to be loud and out going again. The person that had no trouble speaking; I turn to look at Taylor, "Taylor? What's your family like?" I ask. She takes a small glance at me before looking away again. "I have 5 sons, their names are, Tony hes the oldest and 22, and goes to university, then there's Brodie, hes 20, in university too, both are studying business, then there's Blake , who's 17, and my little monkey Carter who's 8. We have 2 cooks, Janice and Tracy. My husband is Matt. The house is big, there's a pool and a huge back yard, with a tennis court, basketball court, and a netball court." My eyes light up at the sound of a netball court. "I'm going to forget everyone's names." I confess. Taylor chuckles "everyone does its okay. It's still going to be a while, why dont you get some sleep." I nod and close my eyes resting my head on the window.

Waking to the cars horn tooting, I open my eyes. Realizing we were in Melbourne I sat up. Knowing it wasn't going to be long till I was finally out of a car. "Not long now Bailey" Taylor glances at me. "You can call me Bailes, everyone did." I say looking at her. She nods in reply. 30 minutes later we pull up to cast iron gates. I gaze at the house in front of me.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi guys, First chapter hope you like it. The song is "To My parents -Anna Clending". Next chapter should be up soon. ❤️

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