Ray
"Ok" she simply agreed before taking another sip of hot chocolate.
Ok!
OK!
Is that really all she's going to say?!? Oh god, I'm stuck in a house with my dad's friends, my annoying half siblings, who keep looking at me for help or something, and a fucking goodie two-shoes. She didn't even bother to question her mother. Does she not have her own brain or something? She's like a robot.
A very emotional looking robot.
She keeps throwing me these worried glances.
Maybe she's some sort of physco mind reader robot........I need to get out of here I don't want anyone reading my mind! Knowing what I truly think, what I really feel.
Especially not a physco robot girl.
I guess I should thank her though, because getting pissed off at her perfect daughter act has actually managed to take my mind off the real situation, for a moment anyway.
I took a deep breath. I would not cry. Not here, not in front of them. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. They would not see my pain, my weakness.
That's probably the only reason that Sue Alvarez, the woman, agreed to take me in as well as the precious perfections over there. Nobody does things out of the kindness of their own heart for me. My mum was the only person who did stuff like that. Theres always an ulterior motive with everyone else.
In an attempt to convince the tears I could feel stinging the back of my eyes not to fall, I took in my surroundings. The house was semi-detached but nice looking, it wasn't massive, three stories at most, around the same size as mine I'd say.
It was a cream colour with a wooden door and lots of big windows, giving the impression that it must be light and airy inside. I could see the green of a manicured lawn on the unattached side of the house and a wide gravel drive connected it to the main road. I was currently standing outside the door as I was still hoping that this was all a dream. Somehow it felt that walking through would make this all real.
I must still be in shock.
I shook off any thoughts of the reasons that caused me to be here and looked back into the house, Sue was now knelt on the floor by Summer and Mat, all three of them silently drinking from the mugs in their hands. I sighed, bringing my own hot chocolate to my lips as I continued watching them.
Sue was a petite woman with mousey brown hair a very similar colour to Mat's, today she had it pulled up in a pony tail. I had noticed earlier that she was quite short, the top of her head didn't even reach my shoulder, but that wasn't what I found interesting about both her and her daughter, Sarah, I think she said.
What intrigued me about these two was that neither of them appeared to be wearing any makeup, and this fact seemed not to bother them.
At all.
Even in the presence of other people.
That was weird, no females walked around without makeup on. At least not the ones I know.
The daughter stood back from the three on the floor, surveying the scene with that concerned look that had barely moved from her face since we got here.
I had to be careful as I observed her because she kept glancing at me, it was getting really annoying. She had dark hair that fell past her shoulders, and by dark I mean practically black, which made her chocolate brown eyes stand out from her slightly tanned skin. She looked taller than her mum by a few inches but I think they had the same delicate figure. It was hard to tell because of the baggy clothes Sarah was wearing. She might actually look quite hot in something other than lose fitting jeans and a baggy t-shirt.
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Teen Fiction"Oh, Piss Off." Meet Ray, these three words describe him perfectly. He is cold, rude and VERY unsociable. He likes to think that he doesn't need anyone for anything and he really, really hates babysitting. But what happens when he is forced to reliv...
