Chasing My Dreams

The day i celebrated my 16th birthday was the day my dad died. It brings me to tears even saying it. My mother died when i was 3, so i didn't know her that well. My dad remarried a blonde rich bitch. He only did it for the money, and now i'm stuck with her (Mel) and her daughter, Maddi who was also 16. But i was 3 months older. When i was 12 i started being sad about everything, that my mum died, my   was a bitch and my dad got sucked in to her looks and Maddi. Maddi got everything, everything that i wanted and more.

"Pippa!" yelled Mel from her room. We lived in a mansion, and her room was as big as a usual appartment. But my room, was the smallest. She never spent any money on me, i had to do it all myself. I got up out of my bed and power walked to her room. She had the password to my bank, so if i ever disappointed her, she would take my money. Unfair i know.

"Turn your music down!" she yelled at me.

"Um, it's not mine it's Maddi's" i told her. She thought Maddi was an angel, but she was far from it.

"go" she said quietly. She got up and took a shower. I hated the way she treated me. When my dad was hear she used to be so nice to me, but not anymore. And the worst thing, she can't get rid of me and i can't leave until i'm 18. She and dad signed this thing. I walked back to my room and got ready for school.

"Pippa, Maddi let's go!" Yelled Mel as she started the car engine. We arrived to school and exited the car, as quick as we would.

"Pippa" said Maddi from behind me.

"What" i said turning round.

"Well since your my sis, i thought me and mt bifles could give you a make over. If your a brooks you need to look like a brooks" she said waiting for my answer and reranging my total face n hair in her mind.

"Why Maddi?" i asked dryly.

"You know, blond streaks in yoour dark brown hair. Make up, and definate mascara on your brown eyes will make you a beauty queen" she said touching my hair.

"Um, have you ever thought that i wasn't bron from your mother. So no i don't want to look like a beuaty queen. But have fun looking for someone else" i said walking away.

"But come on. I'm being nice here. Helping. sis to sis" she said running up to me, well power walking with her hands dangling out on the side.

"No, i know it's for your design class. Sorry SIS but i'm not gonna heplp" i said walking away and not looking back. I walked over to my friend Lecci and Blake. Blake was aweome, he was always there for me and understood everything about me about girls. Get my hit, i think he's a bit confused. And Lecci was my other best friend. She was aweosme, everything made her laugh and she would always stick up for me. Gotta love your besties.

"Hey guys" i said stopping when i got to them.

"Hey Pippa. Hows the devil" said Blake talking about Mel.

"ever so evil" we laughed.

"Here we go. The look, the gaze, the day dream" said Lecci.

"What?" i asked as i saw who walked past. It was the populest, hotest guy who goes to my high school.

"Pippa, she looks and joey stares, gazes. And all he does is NOTHING!" said Lecci, but i was more focused on Joey. Oh, his light brown hair that he puts up just the way it suits him (Justin Bieber's Hair Style), his brown eyes, his tan.