Shaking Things Up...

Shaking Things Up...Chapter Eight.

Shaking Things Up...

Chapter Eight.

Mom and Dad weren't home when I finally arrived there. As usual. There was a time, far far far far far back, when I was a little kid that the actually liked me. Loved me even. But know? Yeah, not so much. I guess I'm a burden. My gay dad just wants out while my straight Mom.. Well, I have no clue what she wants any more. I guess I haven't seen her in a while. Even though we only moved here a few days ago, they never came. They just got all their stuff delivered here while they went jetting away on a ski weekend... Dont ask me why, because my Mom hates the cold and my dad... Well, he cant ski. I think it was meant to be romantic, you know. But dad's not interested any more.. In her, in girls, really. And, my Mom, thinking she was brilliant, thought 'Hey, we'll go to a place where I will moan for a week straight' yeah , that's probably how I see her mind working. 

My Mom, she wasnt always like this. We weren't always like this. When I was eleven, maybe twelve, Dad had a normal job and Mom was a stay at home Mom, she actually liked it that way. I would come home from school, she would hug me, ask me how my day was then bake me cookies, like a nice, homely Mom. Dad used to love her too. They used to be like teenagers, kissing and such. I thought it was gross but now, looking back, I think it's sweet, really. I guess the whole 'Being away from home 24/7' thing ripped us a part. And I guess that's how I ended up the way I am today. totally shitty to people and laughing when bitches fall down.

I used to be that girl. The girl with straight A's all around. I used to have glasses, frizzy hair and braces. A magnet to all bullies about. So, I guess this is better, right? I have friends, people respect me, or are afraid of me. It's better than being pushed about, right? I guess thats what I ask myself at night.

Would I change it all?

If I could, would I go back and stick to being the bully magnet.. Would that have gotten me anywhere in life? 

The answers really simple to me. 

No.

I like this new me, the new me where people look up to me and respect me for who I am, not what grades I get. 

And sure, I used to get shit for it, but it made me stronger in the end. I cant complain.

That's what I'm thinking about as I'm lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, begging for slumber land to come pick me up.

Would I stay here? With sapphire, Kayleigh and maybe even Prescott?

Hell yeah... I mean, I'm not so sure about Prescott. But Sapphire and Kayleigh are the sisters I've never had.

And even as cheesy as this sounds- they complete me. 

Gosh, that sounded better when I was thinking about thinking about it.

I chuckle and bring the blanket over my head, indulging myself in it's warmth. 

Yeah, that is under something smashes. I let out a scream and throw the cover open. I dash to the other side of the room and rip my drawer open until I find my gun. Yeah, you heard me. Gun.

I turn and see that my window is shattered. Oh shit.....

Everything is silent so I get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to the shattered window, trying to miss the pieces of glass. I swear, I'm gonna shoot who ever done this.

Peeking up, I see someone scrambling about in the bushes so I stand up and point the gun out the window.

"Put your hands up! I've got a gun." I shout. Great, I sound like I'm in some lame Cop tv show.

The bushes scramble about and my breathing hitches. Great, do you think I could shoot who ever this jack-ass is and get away by saying it was self-defence? I dont know but a cop shop is not the place I wanna go again.

"Get out the bushes!! I swear, I'll call the cops and I've got a gun!" I shout. That didn't make sense did it? Because the cops would arrest me for having a gun, wouldn't they?

The bush scrambles again and a figure steps out.

"Who's there?!" I shout. Good thing I'm on the second floor and I can see them but because it's night time their face is unrecognisable. The flood light decide that this is the time to turn on and I stare at the person in shock.

"Prescott?" 

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Yeah, left it at a cliff hanger, I so know how its gonna go but I wanna know your opinions. Why do you think he smashed her window.. ?

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