Little Did She Know She Would Get it All....Right?

Chapter 1: Life's Story

"Starships were ment to fly,hands up and touch the sky....."

Damn it! Why the hell is Regan calling me? What time is it? My first coherent thoughts....

"This had better be freaking important Regan or I swear to god I'm kicking your butt the next time I see you!" I growled into the phone, my voice thick with sleep. She just laughed! Laughed! Like this wasnt a joke, which it wasnt! I'm so not a morning person and she knows that! "A bunch of us are meeting at the Lake at 2 grumpy, and i wanted to know if my favorite of Snow White's seven dwarfs could give me a lift, if she wants to go that is...?"

"Well since going back to sleep isn't an option now, thank you for that by the way, sure i'll go and i'll even be a nice dwarf and give you a lift." We both laughed at the joke and then I promised to pick her up at 1. Throwing my phone onto my bedside table, I listened to the footsteps climbing the stairs. And when someone knocked on my door, I just rolled my eyes and said "you know you dont have to knock granny, you own the house, and im not royalty..." My adorable 4'1" grandma came in carrying a tray with pancakes and bacon on it, and I waved her over to my bed. As I pushed myself up she asked"Was that your phone going off or your alarm clock dear?"

I groaned "My phone. Regan called to tell me a bunch of people are hitting the Lake and asked for a lift if I was going. Which I guess I am, you know show off my hard earned bod.....is that okay?"

"Of course dear go have fun, I feel fine today so dont worry about me." I nodded and she left me there, taking the now empty tray with her. As I stood up I stretched out my 5'7" frame, and thought about what bikkini to wear to best show off my new and improved body. I decided on the purple and black plaind two peice and chose my simple black cover up to go over it. As i looked around my room for my beach bag I thought again how unfair my life was....well I guess I should be grateful to granny for taking me in but still I sometimes wondered what it would be like if I still lived with my parents.

So heres my story. When my mom and dad met they were fresh out of college and just starting blossiming carrers and then mom got pregnant with me. She decided she didnt want to give up being a lawyer to start being a mom at 21, so she and dad agreed and asked granny to take me in. It was the first time granny had heard from her daughter since her and her husband's divorce, and mom was only 8 when that happened, so she quickly agreed, wanting a second chance at raising a kid. We lived in a tiny town house in a not so nice cornner of Arvada, Colorado,and I met a girl named Annie when I was 4 and she was going to a school in Broomfield so as to have a better chance at getting into a good college. We have been going to school together ever since, seeing as we instantly became friends and refused to be sperated. We are going to be Juniors at BHS (Broomfield High School) in just under 4 weeks.Anyway's I dont see my parents much, and they dont really feel like parents, I mean my mom is a high power lawer, and my dad is a renowed suergeon, so basically they are rich and they havent helped grandma out with raising me at all. They send giult gifts when they bail out of meet ups. They are married and have two brilliant kids, Sarah a smart, sporty blonde, And Cameron, the star of the football team, and most wanted guy at school. My school. When I was 6 my parents moved back to Colorado and the didnt even tell me or granny until the twins started school, with me.

I think of ever pretty and popular Sarah, everytime I work out, or shop, or pick out clothes from my tiny closet. Sharah used to make fun of me because of my body, I cant wait to shove it in her and my mom's face when they see how much i've changed this summer. I went from 140 to 120 and im happy. Cam and I never really spoke, I mean I wasnt like a loner or anything but I wasnt quite as popular as my brother.

As I sweep my eyes over my now lean and muscled body, my bright green eyes, and my dark red,kinda mahogany colored hair, im reminded of my dad. I got my hair and eyes from him, and my naturally tan skin comes from him to. Yet I hardly know him, I see him even less than my mom because he's always out saving lives, which, dont get me wrong i'm happy hes helping, but you'd think he would atleast be a tiny bit curious about his first born daughter. See the twins are only 1 year younger than me and it hurts sometimes to know that I dont come up much in family photos, but grannys been great to me. She lets me spend my parent's guilt money, and use there gifts, but I always remeber who has fed me and taken care of me for 16 years, and honestly i love her to death, and I almost lost her. She had a stroke at the beggining of summer and I was scared I would be forced to live with my parents. But she recoverd, thank god, and is doing better now.

Sighing and grabbing my bag and waving away dark thoughts, I grab my Iphone from where I left it and slip into the back of the short shorts im wearing under my coverup, and walk downstairs to grab my keys and head of for a great day with my friends.