Scarlett Hearts

Chapter1

Chapter1

It's finally here! Yay! So thanks to those of you who were actually waiting, and not being total dicks!

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"Get, the Hell out!" My father screamed, as he threw my mothers jewelry box out the door. I ran and picked up the box quickly and got in the taxi with my little sisters and my mom.

"Why is dad an asshole, mom?" Aella asked. She's 13, the youngest out of us three, then there's the middle child, Ginger, she's 14. She's the centre of attention. I know, I know, the middle child usually gets the least attention, but, what can I say, she's a little brat.

"Honey, watch your language, we're in a taxi." My mom says. She apologizes to the taxi driver. The driver was a not your stereotype taxi driver, he looked like a biker, he had a few tattoos here and there, and he smelled of gasoline. At least he doesn't smell like damn onions.

We had to miss school because of my dad's big fit. It was never this bad before. My mom never had to make us rush to pack and get the things we need, and she had to take the wad money that was hidden under the kitchen sink. It was new to me. Usually, we'd just go on with our daily lives, and just ignore the fact that our parents hate each other, but I really don't care anymore.

It took about half hour to get to the airport. My mom paid the driver and we walked our luggage through the doors then to the front desk.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A lady said to my mother in a fake tone. The lady wore a ton of make up, and physically acted like a damn Barbie doll. I wonder what her face really looks like...

"Um, yes. I'd like to know when the next flight to LA is?" My mom asked. "That's in an hour and a half, ma'am." The lady said sweetly. Fake, fake, fake, fake...

"Oh, okay, we'll be getting on that flight." My mom said handing papers to the lady. "Okay, why don't these three young ladies go take a seat other there, and I can link you up." She smiled. My mother turned around and gave me her suit case. At the exact moment, the lady over the counter rolled her eyes and stopped smiling, like she did that second ago.

Had my back pack on my back, suit case, and purse along with my mothers suit case, rolling behind me.

We took a seat next to the nearest window. There was a rather cute boy across from us, he looked about my age. He had black thick hair, that was pulled back, and light brown eyes. He almost had the facial structure of Kit Harington.

"I wonder what flight he's on." Ginger said, in a girly tone. She smiled at the boy. He's probably way to old for her and I don't think he'd hit on her anyways.

Ginger got up a began walking towards the boy, and put her hair behind her ear.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "I'm going to talk to the hottie over there." She said waving her hand.

"Ella, I'll be right back, watch the bags." I say to my little sister. "Okay." Aella says while looking down on her tablet.

I walk towards Ginger and the boy, with my hand ready to grab her.

"So, how old are you?" Ginger flirted with him. "Older then you, that's for sure." He said before looking at me. His eyes were a lot lighter than I thought.

"Wow, you have pretty blue eyes..." He muttered, while looking right at me. My face slightly heated up. "Um- Ginger, c'mon." I say grabbing her arm.

"Back off, Anna! No wonder you have no friends!" She yelled. I put her in a head lock swiftly.

"I have no friends, because I hurt a certain person badly. Remember?" I say. It's true, though. I got expelled from my last high school, because I've given a basket ball player a concussion. They surprisingly made my youngest sister cry that year, so I got angry enough to shove them into a locker and kick them four times in the stomach. I wasn't allowed to take kick boxing lessons anymore, or join in sport clubs.

"Ow! Let me go! Dumb bitch!" She wiggled and kicked. She's only insulting me, to impress the boy. "Go take a seat with Ella, or I'll break you." I say in my sisters ear. "Ugh. Fine." She groans and harshly pushed my arm away. She made a "call me" sign at the boy and walked away.

"I'm sorry about my little sister, she won't bother you anymore." I apologize to the boy, before walking away.

"Wait! I didn't get your name!" He says with a smile. "It's proper to introduce yourself first.." I looked at him. "Well, my name is Alexander Mork." He smiles. "But you can call me Alex." He finished.

"Well, Alex, my name is Annabel George." I say. "You do know how pointless this conversation is, right?" I say crossing my arms and slightly tilting my head. "It's not, we're both catching the same flight to LA, aren't we?" He smiles. Ginger told him? That stupid idiot.

"I was visiting my father here, I'm going back home, in LA." He stated. "Oh?" I say tilting my head a little more. He smiles a little more. "Well I gotta go, nice meeting you, Alex." I fake a smile and walk away.

Alexander Mork, eh?

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