Chapter 1
“You can’t make me go!” I paced around the kitchen in my pyjamas as I screamed at Cam.
“You will do what I tell you to do young lady, now go and get dressed and hurry up about it. You’re not going to be late on your first day.” Cam replied, starting to get frustrated.
I guess this is how it is in my house. It always will be. My sister, Fay, will get everything she’s always wanted and I’ll be left to the bottom of the pile again, forced to go along with whatever Cam wants me to do. There is no way I’m going to THAT high school with THAT girl. She’ll have to fucking kill me first.
“No Cam, I won’t. You’re not my real mum, you can’t tell me what to do. If I don’t want to go then I won’t go. It’s just another shit school, just like the last one.” I tried to breathe more whilst stating this and lower my tone. Screaming like a four year old will never get me anywhere with Cam. She’s pretty gullible but she’s not stupid.
“Ingrid, you’re being very unreasonable this morning, Fay is only six and even she acts more mature than you. It’s just nerves; you don’t need to make this much of a big deal over it. It’s not like you don’t know anyone, it’ll be Talia’s first day too. You girls are best friends, Talia is lovely.”
Now there’s one thing you must know straight away. Talia Santoro is many things but lovely isn’t one of them and we aren’t best friends. Admittedly once upon a time we were but that was long time ago. That was before she became Talia the bitch. That was before she grew up. She’s now the most popular girl in the school. Though being realistic, if you look like Talia does, looks are all you need to be popular. Everything about the Santoro’s appearance is perfect. She has straight, glossy black hair in an almost too tidy bob cut. Her eyes are a gorgeous emerald colour but I can’t help feeling that they’re as shallow as a puddle after a quick spring shower. Nothing about that bitch is real. She’s 100% fake.
“Mummy, what’s going on? Why is Ingrid shouting? I don’t like it when Ingrid shouts.” Fay enquired, hovering in the doorway. She was already dressed and ready for school in her pinafore, her full fringe held back with an Alice band and the rest of her hair draped peacefully on her shoulders.
“It’s nothing to worry about sweetheart. Ingrid is just being a naughty girl and refusing to get ready for school. Is your backpack organised? I’ve made you some lunch.” Cam cooed.
“Yes mummy. My backpack is in the hall, I’m taking my new Barbie doll in today. I’m going to show it to Millie. We’re still going to be in the same class so she can still be my best friend.” Fay answered.
“That’s brilliant sweetheart. Now Ingrid, go and get ready for school before I lose it with you. What is your problem these days?” Cam snapped.
“But I don’t want to go. It’s alright for Fay; she’s staying at the same school with the same friends. She doesn’t have to start from scratch somewhere completely new. She’s your fucking little princess, your real daughter. I’m just the girl that was dumped on you when dad died. You don’t care about me at all!” I shouted, storming up the stairs and back to my room.
That’s the thing you have to know about me, Cam isn’t my real mum and Fay isn’t my real sister, she’s my half sister. We both have same dad and Cam is her mum but not mine. I never knew my mum. It was always going to be unfair in my house after dad died, I mean it was inevitable. He was the only one who paid any attention to me from the start. Cam has no reason to care about me. Everything has gone downhill since dad died. It’s been three years but still the pain is there. He was taken from me without warning. He was fighting in the Iraq war. Dad was a frontline soldier. My soldier.
His death lead to my falling out with Talia. I isolated myself from everyone back then. She found other girls to hang out with, girls that were more sociable and respectable than me. I was grieving and putting on weight, I no longer cared for fashion or friends. I let myself go a lot. And was she there for me when I had to go through all that? Of course she fucking wasn’t.
I put a brush through my hair, swapped my cow pyjamas for tartan shorts and a black t-shirt, grabbed my satchel and thudded downstairs. I wasn’t in the mood to say goodbye, I wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone. I squeezed my feet into some black biker boots and slammed the front door on my way out.
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This is the first book I have ever written for wattpad and although it probably doesn't sound too good at the moment, keep your eyes open for the next chapter! Thank you for the support everyone! xx
