Astrid Holland is fifteen.
She has a small life in London and her best friend.
She was adopted when she was three years old.
Her old family didn't treat her right, but her new family, the Hollands, and her best friend, Aidan Gallagher, help her to...
I couldn't believe what my eyes had just seen. There was no way that he was cheating, he wouldn't do that after all the history we had. We had been so close and now he just goes off with Zenna. I felt my cheeks heating up as I read the comments, how dare she say that he was a good kisser! I was supposed to be the one who knew that. My eyes burned and blurred as I threw my phone far away from me. I had to leave this. I threw on better clothes than my pajamas: (You pick again)
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Without thinking I opened my window, grabbing a pair of shoes on the way to crawl out. I Didn't know where to go but it was too late, I decided, to do anything else.
I walked down the street for what felt like hours, soon I was in down town. Strolling through the shops I tried to clear my head. I knew no good came from love, my absent father showed that to me. I pushed the thoughts from my head, I have a family now, with both parents there for me. This wasn't there fault, no need to lash out like a hormonal teenager. I wiped my eyes as I stared at a display window for a boutique. My make up was smudged and dark, my hair looked sharp at the angles it stuck out at, my eyes were tired and dull. This was a different look than when Zenna had gotten to me, this time I looked more numb, plain at least. Maybe Aidan had made the right choice choosing her. I was a wreck of emotions, I kept thinking as I slowly walked home. Tom would be angry, so would Sam. No need to be in any hurry for that. As I was a block away from home, the idea popped into my head, if I was so emotional, I would pour all of it into the audition Tom had set up. People always said that was why acting had been made, as a way to express yourself. A small smile crept onto my face as I unlocked the door. Tom was there, sitting almost right in front of the door. His eyes meet with mine, instead of anger there was regret in his eyes. The small detail shocked me as I closed the door. Before Tom said anything I took a swing at the idea.
"How soon can we get a plane to america?" I said as I silently agreed with Aidan's choice.
