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Chapter Written On 12th Of October 2014
I sit on my couch. Lying horizontal, a meaty spring digging into my back making me squirm trying to remove it every ten seconds in attempt to find some comfort. I flick through the channels on the tv that once seemed like the greatest thing but now hardly. My legs instead of being on the rest of the couch have slowly made their way up the wall which the couch has been backed up against. "Soooooo bored" I sigh loudly to myself.
My name is Erica. I am 17 years old. Living in a small town with my parents and twin brother Callum. Callum and I are like cheese and chalk. We are COMPLETELY opposites. He is into the arts, drama, music you name it any university in the country who has received his letter wants him. Me well I'm more of a science maths girl. And no I'm not receiving any letters unlike Callum. But thats okay I haven't really decided what i want to do yet I still have a whole year of school to got. I have been asked a million and one times by every one relative, friends, work college of my parent you name it they have asked "what are you going to do?" "are you going to uni" "what are your plans for once you leave school" . Of course I have to tell them something it usual goes along the lines of "uh yea I'm probably going to go and do health science at [ insert the first university that pops into my mind here]". I guess I just feel that at this age its hard to choose what you want to do for the rest of your life.
I roll over. The couch that I had scored from the local thrift shop was a lot smaller then anticipated. resulting in my colliding with the floor. I groan. My cat waltzes over to me. Meowing for attention. he is a chocolate Burmese and he is basically my baby, yeaaa.... I'm 17 and already turning into a crazy car lady.
"Come here bery" I say. Yes he is named after the atom beryllium.No hate.
The cat comes closer to me nudging my face. "who's the best kitty cat in the world. you are yes you are" I coo to him.
"And here you will witness my two. sister being an absolute lona. with her best friend Beryllium, and yes she called her cat Beryllium" my brother says like he's showing off a painting or a sculpture at a muse am. As he walks past my room. A boy follows in his foot steps. Blonde. Pale. Tall. Dreamy. I only get a second to glance at him before I am Rudely cut off by Callum once more.
"Stay classy Erica"
"Urgh piss off Callum" I glare at him slamming the door closed with my foot, only to instantly regret it moments later.
Who was that? a small smile creeping onto my face.
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Secrets | Thomas Sangster Fanfic
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