PERFECT CHEMISTRY {1}

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Natasha's POV:

I hate my life.

I know people will say this once in their lifetime, but for me it's an everyday thing.

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Natasha Green, I'm 18 years old and currently am in my last year of college. I've lived in London my whole entire life but as soon as I leave college I'm leaving to go live with my older brother Cole, whose 24. My dad, well I don't actually know him and my mum, well she's an alcoholic and a nurse which is a pretty weird combination for a nurse. You'd expect nurses to be clean and non-alcoholic but my mum isn't. Luckily my grandma lives with my mum and me, but she's moving to an old's people home with is so annoying because I'm so close to her, but she said it's for her own good and stuff like that. I think you can start to see why I hate my life. Oh, and my best friend.. she's called Veronica she's crazy and popular, the complete opposite to me.

So welcome to my life.

So my day starts off like any other day. I wake up at 7:15 and have a cold shower and get ready for college. I put on my light pink hoodie, my ripped jeans and my white converse and head downstairs for breakfast. I see my mum still sleeping on the kitchen table, clutching the bottle of vodka in her hands. 'God why is she my mum' I think to myself before making her some lemonade and some toast. They say that drinking lemonade helps reduce hangover but I don't know if that's true, I've never been drunk.

The smell of bacon soon fills the kitchen, and my grandma walks slowly into the kitchen. She looks at my mum in disgust and then walks over to the sink filling up a cup of water

"So are you ready for the last year of college, honey?" she asks, she gulps down the cup of water. For old women, boy can she drink fast.

"I'm stressing out, last year of college means more exams," I say whilst stuffing my mouth full with bacon.

"I see you made your mum breakfast," she looks at the lemonade and the toast I've laid on the table for her. "Why?"

"Why? Well, let's see, firstly you know how she acts after being drunk, secondly, she's got a job to do and thirdly she's my mum." I say sarcastically.

"Mum. She's never been a mum to you. Ever" she scoffs.

"Do you want to make you breakfast, I leave in half an hour," I ask.

"No, honey I can make it myself." She coughs.

"Are you okay?" I ask worriedly.

"Yeah, just clean up your mess and go,"

"What mess?" I look down at the place I'm eating. There are beans and breadcrumbs everywhere. Man, I'm a messy eater. My grandma starts coughing more, this time she's practically begging for air. I ask her again if she's fine and if I need to stay home, but once again she says that she's fine. Fine. She's not fine, she's only saying it for the sake of it and to make me happy. I start to wash the dishes, but I'm rudely interrupted by a loud crash. Great. My mum's awake. My grandma and I look at each other.

She opens her eye's slowly, still adjusting to the morning light. Her hair is messy and her makeup is smudged everywhere.

"Did I sleep here?" She yawns.

"Yes." My grandma says harshly. "Go freshen up Natasha's made you breakfast." she points at the now cold food in front of her.

She slowly got up, adjusting her balance. She scratches her head and walks upstairs to the bathroom.

"Hey, I'm going now." I say " If you need anything just text me."

She laughs "You know how bad I am with technology, here's some money and go," she kisses me on my forehead and she walks me to the front door.