Pretty Green Eyes

Chapter 1

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(CHAPTER DEDICATED TO @hypnotize-me FOR THE AMAZING TRAILER ON THE SIDE)

Chapter 1:

"I'm done! I'm done with this, I'm done with you, I'm done with everything!"

And then a door slams.

That happened about four years ago.

I knew it wasn't a dream, I mean it was a dream, but it actually happened..I sat up in my bed sweating. My parents had been fighting for what felt like eternity but, really was only four months. After my mom mistakenly did the dirty with my old english teacher, (who got fired afterwards), to get me a better grade it all started. I slide out of my bed only to be greeted with my door not budging at all when I pull at it. I saw the string that connected my door, to the door across the hall, and knew who the culprit was...

Mac.

My older, annoying, jerk of a brother, Mac.

"Mac!" I yell out of my semi opened door.

I hear him open his door before he pokes his head out.

"Yes, sister dearest?" He grins at me.

"Why is my door, tied to that door?" I ask.

"Oh, I don't know..First one to the bathroom!" Mac yells before running out of his room and to the only bathroom in the house.

I groan before fitting my small hand through the opening of my door, and untying the string around my doorknob.

"Mom!" I yell from upstairs as soon as I open my door and walk out into the hallway.

"Yes, sweetie?" She yells from downstairs.

"Mac took the bathroom without giving me a chance! And I'm a girl I should get it before he does!" I groan.

"Sucks to suck sweetie!" She yells back up.

I smile a little before sliding down the wall next to the closed bathroom door. After knocking millions of times Mac finally opens the door and walks out of the room. I cough a little at the cologne wafting in the small room before walking in. I brush my teeth, apply the little makeupp I wear, brush through my light brown hair, and put on deodorant and perfume..Not like you needed to know that.

I walk back into my room before pulling on a legendary Michael Jackson crop top, some jean shorts, and galaxy vans. I grab my bookbag and head downstairs. As I land on the last step of the stairs a buzz emits from my pocket of my shorts. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see a text message on the screen. I slide my phone open before putting in my password, and then the text appears. It was from a blocked number..How weird.

Blocked: Hey (:

Me: Who is this?

Blocked: Mr. Anonymous (:

Me: I don't know a Mr. Anonymous..

How stupid could I be? Of course I didn't know a Mr. Anonymous...that's obviously why his name was that.

Blocked: Oh hun, you know me..

Me: No, I don't. If your name is Mr. Anonymous wouldn't you be anonymous? Meaning I didn't know you?

Blocked: True, very true.

Me: I don't know you, So I'm leaving. bye.

I close my messages before shutting my phone off completely.

As I round the corner of the kitchen, I see my mom at the kitchen counter staring at her laptops screen.