hearts on fire

CHAPTER ONE

A/N:THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SWEARING BE WARNED

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I groaned in annoyance as I saw my dad passed out on the floor next to his work desk, paper work scattered everywhere. He was hugging his legs, snoring slightly with drool trailing from his mouth and on to the carpet. Gross. I nudged my foot on to his face to wake him up, which only resulted in him rolling over, and pulling my foot with him. "AAH!Dad!" I shouted as I tumbled to the ground, the piece of toast I had just made flying against the wall. I pouted in longing for the buttery bread which was just about to touch my lips, and smacked him around the head. He opened his eyes sleepily and yawned without covering his mouth, which made my nose turn up in disgust. "Eew your breath reeks of rotten eggs, do you even know what mints are used for? You gross human being." He chuckled at me and blew in my face knowing it aggravated me. I glared at him until he spoke his next words, to which I grinned massively at, "you can take my car Rosie Posie, I didn't get any sleep last night because of these stupid pieces of course work that are supposed to be marked today for my sixth formers. You know how they love to write thirty stupid pages each! I think I'm going to go get some sleep before I have to leave at lunch. Thanks for waking me up munchkin! Oh and you can get your sister up today, I'm in no mood to raise the devil from her pit. Good luck kid." he patted my head like a dog and dragged himself up the stairs.

"HEY I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME ROSIE POSIE YOU DOUCHEBAG!" I screamed at him, huffing like a child. See, I don't exactly have a normal relationship with my little family of three. Me, Raven and dad act like siblings I guess, we insult and curse at each other all the time; dads definitely not an authority figure, he lets us do whatever the hell we want. I suppose ever since mum left we've all just kind of looked out for each other and supported each other when need be. I'm the cook and medic, Raven does the housework and dad works. He's one of the lead college teachers and therefore can take time off whenever he wants, which is why he's allowed to just declare he's taking a nap out of the blue like just now without getting in to trouble.

I trudged up the stairs, checking my phone which read 7:40am, giving us half hour to get to school. I always dread going in to ravens room, she is literally the scariest morning person I have ever seen. I creaked the door open a little and heard Raven's cute little snore. I was nearly fooled by how adorable it was, but I remembered how evil she actually is. Raven wears cute little dresses and pretty little heels, with lovely makeup that makes her seem sweet as pie. I, however, wear leather jackets with skinny jeans, high top converses, and my eyes are rimmed with dark eyeliner that give off the "step away or i'll stab you with a fork" vibe. She is the complete opposite of me (dress wise), even though we're identical twins. Our personality is pretty similar, and we like all the same stuff, like bands and food, colours etc. Raven has fooled everyone in to believing that she's the good twin, she has the best reputation at school, great grades and everyone loves her blah blah blah. whereas I'm the bad twin who gets in to trouble all the time, I don't really get on with that many people and most of the students know how low my tolerance for assholes are, so they don't try anything with me, because they know I can throw a pretty strong punch that they do not want to be on the receiving end of.

I laughed nervously as I poked her cheek, wincing in anticipation of her reaction. She didn't move an inch. I poked her again, this time harder, gaining a harsh slap to my hand. I shook it in pain and swore under my breath as she rolled over to the other side of the bed. Suddenly, I thought of an idea. I ran down the stairs, grabbing a spoon and the huge jar of Nutella, hurrying my ass back up the steps and in to her bedroom. "I HAVE NUTELLA." I screeched in to her ear and she shot up with a jolt sticking her tongue out of her mouth, which she only did when she was truly happy. "NUTELLA WHERE WHAT WHO WHEN WHY." she shouted back in a hurry, wanting to taste the chocolately goodness. I thanked the non-existent god in my head that I had remembered to buy chocolate on the way home from school yesterday, and passed Raven the pot and spoon. "yum." she licked her lips and grinned at me. "yum." she repeated sticking a huge spoonful of Nutella in to her mouth.