The FBurder.
By T.EDW.Brumpton and E.M.Noble
Chapter 1
Hey, I'm Lucy. Just one of your average sixteen year old girls. I like wrestling, cats, boys and much much more.
I have just finished school, and I have just put my name down at the local wrestling school, cause when I'm older, I would love to be a wrestling diva, much like AJ, Eve and Kelly Kelly.
See, I would go to college, but the local college does no subjects I would like to do. I have watched wrestling since I was just a young girl.
I do all the normal stuff you would expect a teenager of my age to do. Eat McDonalds a lot, hang out with my mates and best of all. Go to parties. Although, when I do go to McDonalds, I tend to watch what I eat. I can't be a fat diva, can I? *Lets out a cheeky giggle*
Also, Facebook is my life. That is my 'break free from boredom' thing to do, which to be honest, is all the time, unless I'm with my friends.
At the moment, it is 12PM. Dinner time, I'm starving. So I run downstairs to find a note on the dining table.
Lucy darling,
I have had to rush into work, as one of the other nurses has been attacked, and has been rushed to A&E. I am so sorry I never shouted up to you, but I was in a hurry. I don't know what time I will be back, so don't wait up sweetie.
Love you
Mum xx
Oh goodie, I'm on my own, AT LAST! I love having the house to myself. Means I can watch whatever I want, and do whatever I want. I can stay up till late watching TV.
My mum works on a psychiatric wing at the local hospital, and I have no dad. Well obviously I do, but I've been told that he did a runner, when I was born. So I've never met him. Mum says I'm better of without him, as all he did was get drunk and fight. So thinking like that, I don't care about him not being here, I have a loving mum. That's all I could ever ask for.
I put the note in the bin, and run through our huge kitchen to the fridge, for a can of coke and some ham and butter for my sandwich.
After making my sandwich, I walk through to the living room and sit on our big corner sofa. It is a low sofa but has big, fat, bouncy and fluffy cushions on it. I sink down in the sofa, kick my slippers off, put my feet up and turn the TV on. This is the life I say to myself, as I get comfy. As I am flicking through the channels, nothing is on. So I have a look at the stuff I have recorded. Wrestling grabs my attention. It turns out to be the Money In The Bank 2012 I missed. I recorded it a couple of days ago, because my mum wouldn't let me stay up and watch it, cause it was a school night. *Let's out a sigh*
The show lasts three hours, and through the whole thing I sit there glued to the TV. After getting great results with both the ladder matches and the normal matches, I grab my plate and take it to the sink to wash up. Then I grab the remainder of my coke, and take it upstairs. I grab my pink Sony laptop and open it on my bed, to find I have an email of my best friend, Amelia.
Hey girl, wat's up?
I'm just emailing you to see if you are still up for the leaving party tomorrow?
It's going to be amazing, everyone will be there. And of course, lots of booze.
(I know you don't drink, but be a devil just for one night.)
