I layed in bed remembering back to when this amazing summer had began. I had never had such a good summer in my life and then this sumemr happened. I was never very popular, I had never had a boyfirend, I never thought I was pretty until this summer.
It all started back on a single weekend in May. I had just graduated from High School and was being froced to move to London to live with my mother and stepfather. Most kids would be so excited to move to London and live in what looks like a castle, but not me. I never got along well with my mother, that's why I lived with my father all through schooling. At the beginnign of the divorce my parents and I made the agreement that I would live with my father until I graduated but then move to my mother's after graduation. Back then this seemed perfectly reasonable, but then a few years ago my mother somehow met a member of the British Parliament and she moved to London after they got married. I didnt want to move. I begged my father and pleaded with my mother. It had been just my father and I since I was a little girl and now not only am I moving to live with my mother, I also have to live with my stepfather and their two kids.
The plane ride was terribly long and boring and I sat next to the worst people ever. Im not even gonna talk about them, thats how awful they were. When I walked off the plane my mother was standing their waving and sqealing. Then she ran up to me, practically tackled me when she hugged me, and then she started crying. It was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life.
After a few days had passed I stormed into one of the many rooms in our "castle" where my mother was sitting and told her that I was going exploring today and that she better not call me or come with me. She just looked at me in awe and said okay.
I changed out of my night gown into some ratty old jeans, a band T, and my favorite beanie. I threw on my old Converse and checked the mirror. My outfit was fine, but for some reason I deicded to put on some make up and actually make my hair look decent that day. Im pretty sure I was thinking "What if I meet Prince Harry.." Thank god I thougth that though, because this was the weekend where it all began.
I was wondering the city dying for some sort of attention. My mother was so excited that I was moving there but once I ws there no one payed any attention to me. Everything seemed focused on my stepfather's job and their two bratty, selfish, spoiled kids. Theyre twins, and theyre 11. Their in the worst age range ever for kids. I needed some sort of intervention from my family and from my terrible new life.
After a few hours of wondering around I walked into a bar and then got this weird feeling. I felt someone looking at me.. .I looked around, thats when I saw him. He had a powder white complexion, but his hair was bright green. Is it weird to say that before I even met him I felt a connection? Maybe it was just because he looked like he didnt give a fuck about what people thought of him, like me. I mean the way he looked was so ridiculous, but It was so hot.
He began to walk my way. Every step he took had me waiting for the next. "Hey, I noticed you accross the room, and I couldnt help but to stare." he said. I just started laughing, "Wow, that was cheesy." "God, I know, Im so sorry..Ill just leave you alone now." As he started to walk away I took a breathe and yelled, "No wait, come back! I'm Elsie." He stopped, turned around and smiled at me, "I'm Michael."
