The Secrets Of Summertown

Summertown Cliché

Chapter One:

Summertown. It is the perfect cliche. It has your typical bullying jocks and bitchy cheerleaders, your hated nerds and the rejected outcasts. Households are filled with stay at home mummies and office Fathers that are quite clearly screwing their secretary. The law is enforced by fat police officers that are more worried about a citizens arrest than a cardiac arrest. The teachers are old and boring and the village even more so. There is a run down park at the top of a hill that is used as the druggies hang out, and there is the village hall where the "stay at home mummies" attend weekly council meetings as a way to escape their mundane lives. It is cliche, it is rundown, but it is home.

And then there's me. My name is Jamie Hendrix, I have straightened blonde hair, I am 5ft 3 and very slender. I like all things pink and glittery, I love One Direction and adore my hair straighteners, I know typical girly girl. Well I love being typical, it makes me easier to understand, no annoying secrets. Thanks to my amazing personality, I got voted head cheerleader. No I am totally kidding, it's because I'm pretty and I can lift my leg higher than anyone else in the class. Because I am head cheerleader that means I got that hot piece of man candy people call Dane Williams. He is totally gorgeous and the football team captain, mmm mumma like. My life is totally perfect and I can't wait to start my last year at school before I head off to college where my life can really begin.

I currently live with my parents and my older brother Riley in the center of Summertown. I do love my brother but he gets on my nerves so much with his pranks, and his friends are just like him. They practically live here, but I can't say too much as my friends practically live here too. My parents aren't really around much. My Mother is the only Woman that has an actual job here in Summertown, not just a part time job at the local post office. Luckily my parents both have very decent jobs so our family has a lot of money, I wouldn't say we're rich but we are very well off. I mean we all have cars and I can afford to get a new phone whenever a fancy it, so yeah we have some spare money in our pockets.

My Mother, Christie, is almost exactly like me except she has curly dark blonde hair whereas mine is straight and bleach blonde. She is 39 but looks about 20, she is so beautiful and I am proud to call her my Mother. My Father and my Brother are almost like twins, My Brother is 21 and my Father is 45 but they both have dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. They both have a powerful stance at 6ft 4 and they both have broad chests, which they both cross their arms over when they are annoyed. It's creepy almost how alike they are. The only difference is the laughter lines my Father possesses.

I do love my family I just wished I could see more of them. I practically live in the house by myself. If it wasn't for Riley and his friends I would. It does get lonely, but at least I have my friends. Speaking of which, it's seven thirty and time to start my last year at school. I spring from my four poster bed and swing round the banister to my wardrobe. I pick out my black lacey t-shirt and black vest top, my denim booty shorts and my black gladiator sandels. I bring them into my en-suite with me and jump into the shower to start my morning routine.

I take barely five minutes in the shower to wash, I quicky jump out and brush my teeth and throw my outfit on. Once dressed, I plug in my hair dryer and straighteners and get to work with my hair.

At exactly eight o'clock, I gaze in the mirror satisfied with what I have accomplised. I grab my cheer bag and head downstairs to get some breakfast before I leave for school. I take a bite of the apple currently in my hand as I make my way to the garage. I throw my bag in the backseat of my porsche. Okay I may have been underexaggerating how much money we have. I slid into the front seat of my baby and started the ignition. As she purred to life I heard my brother stumble out of his car, he must of slept in there last night due the amount of alcohol he comsumed. I roll my eyes as I look through the review mirror. I would help him, but I have to get to school. I'm sure Mary would help him anyway. Oh yeah, we have a housekeeper, Mary. After the small debate I had about helping my Brother, I decided against it and rushed off to school.