Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)

16.⚓️

Christmas is on Wednesday, and I still haven't bought any gifts for my family, mostly because I didn't have a job. However, I did have a piggy bank that I had ever since I was four years old. I would always stuff shit into it because I believed in saving things for a rainy day.

Now, if I could find out which box I had put it in, that would be great. As I was looking through a variety of unpacked boxes of mine, I came across the six letters that my parents had given to me from their will. I reached for the stack, taking the rubber band off of them and lifting up the first one. I put the rest down on the floor next to the box. I wanted to open the letter but I didn't want my week to be ruined by another surprise. Like, what else could my parents be hiding? And what else could life possibly have to throw my way that's really gonna knock me out this time for good? Then again, I wanted to find out what was in that letter because I fucking hate secrets.

Right when I was about to tear open the first letter, a knock on my door interrupted me. I immediately hid the envelope behind my back. It was Aunt Becky. "What's that in your hands?" She instantly asks, pointing to behind my back. I shook my head. "Nothing." She tilted her whole head, cocking an eyebrow, and she said, "Mmm. Whatever it is that you have hiding behind your back, Jade, I don't care. I just wanted to tell you that some friend of yours, is waiting outside for you." She says as she's about to walk away from me, when I stopped her. "Wait a minute. What friend?" Honestly, last time I checked, I had more than one friend. There's Moe, Larry, and Curly, sarcastically speaking.

"Some blond girl. Her name starts with an M. You know, the girl that slept with your boyfriend and still showed up to your parents' funeral." Ugh, I forgot that Michaela and I were supposed to go shopping today. It's a good thing that I invited Emma.

"Okay, Rebecca. You can stop right there. Tell Michaela, I'll be downstairs in a bit." I said in an annoyed tone.

Aunt Becky looks at me in disgust and offense. "First of all, tell her yourself. Second, call me Rebecca one more time and I will shove my klomp so far up
your—"

"Rebecca! Come with me to the store! I need to pick up some stroopwafels for Archie and Behoedmiddel for your father's stomach ache, he said his stomach's bothering him! I personally think he's had too many beers!" Oma yelled from downstairs. Aunt Becky turned back to me and glared at me. "You're lucky she was here or else you would be dead meat."

"Oooh, you got me there, sis." I sarcastically said in a Drake tone, in reference to his ridiculous, long ass monologue in Chris Brown's new music video, "No Guidance". I wasn't a fan of Chris Brown or Breezy, as most of his fans would call him. No disrespect but I personally don't give a shit about what name he goes by because I didn't like the guy. He can go and fuck himself, for all I care. He's a fucking dick and as I said before, men are dicks. Maybe, that's why I kind of like girls now. Maybe, it's also the reason why girls turn into lesbians because guys are major dicks. The universe finally makes sense now.

"This conversation is not over." Aunt Becky said, storming out of my room. Man, I loved fucking with her, it was the most funniest shit ever. God, why is her heels clicking so loud? Shit, she sounds like a damn horse galloping on a plank of wood, just for kicks.

"Whatever, Rebecca." I mumbled. Then I heard Aunt Becky tell, "I heard that!" I'm guessing she must be a vampire, since she had good hearing like a damn bat. Uh-oh, maybe, I should give the Cullens a call and ask them if they want their Wicked Sister of the West back because I have no problem sending her back to Forks. While she's there she can fuck herself with a fork, too. Sorry, if that sounded a little too much but then again, I said what I said and as Demi once said, "I really don't care."

I stuffed my letters back into my box and closed the box back up. I grabbed my Legends hoodie off the back of my desk chair and ran down the steps.

When I got downstairs, I saw Michaela sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I was gonna say "hi" but my mind said "fuck that." She can say "hi" to me first, as petty as that sounds. Michaela saw me, smiled and said, "Hey, cave girl. I was wondering when you were gonna come out of there." Michaela got up from the couch and walked over to me.

"Don't ever call me cave girl. Ever." I said in revulsion. This girl was funny, I f she thought she could just crack jokes and I would laugh at them. No, thank you. She hasn't earned my laughs back, yet.
Michaela's smile dropped and she cleared her throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." She said. "No, it's fine. No worries, come on." I said, walking to the door.

When we got into Michaela's red Jeep, my phone buzzes. I looked at my phone and I saw that it was Emma. Her text read: "I'm coming to the mall now. My mom's coming 'cause she has to go Christmas shopping for the fam." I texted her back, saying that I was excited to see her and I told her to text me when she was at the mall.

I know what you're thinking. Yes, it's kind of messed up that I secretly invited Emma to go shopping with me and Michaela but to be honest, I didn't give a shit because it would've been boring without Emma. When Michaela and I were best friends, she was funny, so funny that she almost made me shit myself. Now, she's drier than my DMs. God, her jokes are so corny and weird. I like weird, it's just, if you're going to be weird, be funny, too.

"So, what are you getting your family for Christmas?" Michaela asked me as she was looking at throws and fleece sweaters. "Ugh....I don't know. I guess, nothing since I can't even find my piggy bank." I chuckled.

"You still have a piggy bank? I broke mine in eighth grade." That wasn't the only thing she broke that year. "Besides, you don't work?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Work? What the fuck is that? Some sort of sickness?" I said, sardonically. Michaela hit me on the back so hard, that I felt my toast from breakfast almost come up from my mouth. "You are too funny, but no, seriously. When are you going to get a job?" She asked, getting on my last nerves. Why is it any of her concern if I get a job or not? I have so much shit going on in my life, I don't have time for finding work. She needs to buzz the fuck off.

"When are you gonna get a job?" I asked, turning the tables on her.

"I already have a job, girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah. Doing what, exactly?"

"I work as an assistant at my dad's law firm." Michaela picked up an ugly Christmas sweater and two blankets.

"Mmm." I said, flipping through clothes on a rack and while I'm turning around to see if they have anymore of the shirts that I liked because I wanted to put it on layaway, I saw Emma and Demi walking in the opposite direction. I knew that butt anywhere, not to sound like a pervert but I was only telling the truth. I decided to get behind Emma and scare the shit out of her. Obviously, that plan went to complete shit because as soon as I scared the night of the living dead out of her, she punched me in the face, knocking me out cold. Fuck, why do I keep doing this to myself? Now, everything was going dark.

A/N SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT, GUYS. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER. I WILL TRY MY BEST TO UPDATE, PLEASE BE PATIENT BECAUSE I LITERALLY HAVE SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON, I'M ABOUT TO A MELTDOWN. BUT IT IS OKAY, 'CAUSE THAT'S WHY GOD INVENTED SLEEP AND FOOD. OKAY. BYE, BABY CAKES.❤️❤️

P.S. I DIDN'T MEAN TO UPSET ANY CHRIS BROWN FANS. THOSE WORDS DID NOT COME OUT OF MY MOUTH. PLEASE, IF ANYTHING, BLAME JADE FOR THE WAY SHE SPEAKS.