Read my other story and tell me what you think, it's called 'Stole My Heart'
yeah, so here it is! this is one of the first few i wrote and i've finally decided to post it because i wrote quite a bit...
Peace, Love, Rubber Gloves,
-kailah x
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Chapter 1
My name is Jessica.
I’ve lived with my dad for the past 7 years and now I’m moving to a new school, in a different country, in the middle of the year… great.
My mum and dad split up when I was 10. My brother and I were bestfriends, only because we had no other friends, we were what you’d call the ‘freaks’ of our primary school, but we would always stick up for each other. We fought occasionally, like all siblings, but we could never stay mad at one another for longer than a day. Then our mum and dad had enough of each other and filed for divorce. My mum took my brother and my dad took me, we moved houses plenty of times and after 3 years we decided to move to live in Australia, but now my dad has gotten really sick, we’ve moved back to Holmes Chapel, and brought a new house near my mum’s so I have a place to stay on the dreadful nights dad’s stuck at the hospital.
I walked around my new bedroom, the walls were already a sky blue colour: my favourite colour. I had a large window on the far wall, with a big windowsill for me to sit on, my double bed sat against the wall next to my door, I had a flat screen TV bolted on the wall opposite my bed and I had a walk in wardrobe and also an ensuite. The one thing I dreaded though? Today is Wednesday, and I have to go to school tomorrow. The same school my twin brother goes to, and all his friends. I hoped he was still the awkward 10 year old I remembered him as, but I knew by now he would have a girlfriend and be one of the popular boys, the kind of people I hated most.
Sitting on the sofa, I ordered us both two pizzas, we watched TV while we waited for the delivery boy to arrive.
“Come on!” I said loudly, I got angry when I was hungry… “What’s taking so lo-“ I was interrupted by someone knocking on our door. I jumped up and sprinted to the door, swinging it open, the money in my hand.
“One Hawaiian and one meat lovers pizza?” the boy asked, he looked around my age.
“Yeah, that’s me” I replied, smiling. He was gorgeous.
“That’ll be 7 pounds and 65 pence thanks love,” the boy said, holding out his hand and the pizzas.
“Here you go,” I said, placing a twenty-pound note in his hand. He had brown hair that flicked all to one side, and spiked up in places, he was tall and really fit! He wasn’t leaving, why wasn’t he leaving? SHIT. The pizzas. I must’ve looked so stupid. I took the two boxes from his hand.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, “keep the change” I said, smiling at him, I know it was over ten pounds that I just tipped him, but he was cute, I mean, come on.
“Wow, thanks a lot,” he said, beaming up at me.
“Anytime” I said, smiling again before taking a step back to close the door.
“PIZZAS HERE!” I yelled to dad, walking back into the lounge room.
We scoffed it within fifteen minutes and by that time it was already 10 o’clock, “I’m going to bed” dad said, standing up from the sofa and making his way up the stairs to his room.
“Yeah, me too,” I told him, getting up and following him up the stairs. Once I reached my room I collapsed onto my bed and dosed off into a peaceful sleep.
I woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and coffee, my favourite. I skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking a plate and piling on some bacon, i picked up my cup of coffee that dad had already made me and sat at the kitchen counter slowly eating my breakfast, while taking sips of the burning coffee.
“So, do I have a uniform?” I asked, taking another mouthful of bacon.
“Nope, just wear what you normally would,” he said, walking back out of the kitchen.
After I finished my breakfast I went up to my bedroom, and searched through my wardrobe, pulling out clothes before putting them back after one look at them. I settled with black skinny jeans, a white jumper with a tiger on it, my black Toms and a few odd accessories, I ran into my bathroom and turned on the shower, removing my clothes and looking at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t fat but I wasn’t skinny either, my friends in Australia said I had a model’s body, but I didn’t believe them. I have always been self conscious of my body. I never liked it. I think my hips are too big, I have a big bum which dad said any guy would love to grab, weird, I know… My boobs are pretty big and for that reason some girls in Australia called me a slut because mine were bigger than theirs.
To clear things up, I’m not a slut. I’ve had one boyfriend, and we together for 4 months before he dumped me because he “thought it was best” but we both knew he had a thing for Katie; now she was the slut of my old school. I hopped into the shower, washing my brown, waist long hair, which usually sat in loose curls down my back, or occasionally just a mop of waves. After washing my face and body I got out and wrapped a towel around my body and another around my head to dry my hair, I brushed my teeth and applied a thin layer of foundation, eyeliner and mascara on and pulled on my clothes for today. I took the towel off my head and let my hair dry naturally into it’s curls and flicked my fringe back, I walked back into my room and picked up my already packed school bag, my iPhone and iPod and placed them into my pocket and I raced downstairs, two minutes until my bus would be here.
“BYE DAD” I yelled, slamming the door and sprinting down the road to the bus stop where my bus would pick me up, and as though right on cue a big yellow bus drove around the corner and stopped in front of me. Being a school bus, I didn’t have to pay, so I sat in the closest empty seat available.
Jess’s Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/jesss_school_clothes/set?id=43795080
