My mother smiled and hugged me. She had a thick scent of beer and her usual bright green eyes were now a dull olive green. Her long brown autumn hair was in a messy bun and her skin looked oddly pale. The alcohol was catching up to her.
She pulled away and analyzed my day's outfit.
I was wearing a black miniskirt that had white polka-dots, a tight white tank-top that revealed a little bit way too much, and black high heels. My hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and my face was covered in glitter. Yea, I looked like a complete slut. But hey, my mom was happy with it; which was the main point.
She gently patted me on the head once and then opened the door. She was struggling to keep her balance. Sighing, I grabbed my book bag and walked over to the door.
"Mom, go to bed, you need it." I said as I ruffled my mom's hair. She nodded and ushered me out the door. Typically, she didn't listened to me in the mornings when she was sober. It was odd how she would, however, listen to me when she was drunk.
As I wobbled outside onto the front yard of our large mansion, the cold air kissed my bare skin. I hate cold weather. It's is so annoying! Why can't it just be all sunny everyday so that I don't have to worry about freezing to death when I walk outside? Even though there were still a couple days till the beginning of fall, the weather would drop pretty low. I was counting my days till summer, even if it had just barely ended.
'Hey, you're the one wearing miniskirts. I think its pretty cute anyway so it's worth it..' Said a voice inside my head.
'Shut up, I don't need your stupid comments!' I replied back.
'Uh huh, sure. I'm your only sense of style, at least be grateful! Besides everyone knows I'm the better side of you. Why don't I get to have the spotlight for the whole day?!' The voice replied once again.
'Oh we are so not having this argument right now. We went over this a billion times: You are not me anymore!'
'Then why am I here, huh?! If I weren't you, I wouldn't even be talking to you right now.'
The honk of the horn brought me back from my thoughts and I looked up to see my brother. He was sitting in the driver's seat of our beautiful bright-orange Dodge Charger 2010.
Is it weird to say that your own brother's cute? Well, he was. His jet black hair swept down just above his dark gray eyes. Like me, he had gotten the gray eyes from dad. Come to think of it, my brother did look like my father. Whether it was the broad shoulders or the similar facial features, they looked completely alike.
Just thinking about my father made my eyes water. He had died pretty recently and I still couldn't grasp the fact that he was gone. He was really gone. Never coming back. Never.
I made my way to the car before I could have a breakdown.
My brother smiled.
"Hey X." I greeted him. His real name was Xavier Genevieve. For some reason X hated our last name. I like it. It makes us sound a bit royal.
"Hey, Clary. Where you gonna' change?" He asked as I slipped into the backseat.
My daily change had always been a routine before moving to this mansion. Honestly, I hated the mansion. I was always lost and just seemed like a waste of space. There were only about three people living there, plus the employees that worked for us. I know my father had money, but there had been no need to go overboard. A two-floored house like our old one would've been fine!
I hadn't realized that my brother had been waiting for a response to his question until he cleared his throat. I shrugged.
"Maybe the park that's like two blocks away from here? It looked pretty nice and solitary..." X nodded and without another word, he started the car and drove up to the gate, where the guard opened it for us.
