Misunderstood

Chapter one

I glared at my father, my emotions were extremely mixed up. Anger, hatred, shock, hurt, and annoyance were the only things I felt at the moment and all of it was towards my father's girlfriend. I growled, glaring at him. He winced as my piercing ice blue eyes landed on him, it took a lot to make me mad and my father knew he messed up when I glared at him. "Who is this?" I asked through clenched teeth "I'm Amanda! You must be Loraine!" She said excitedly as she grasped my hands in her's "it's Ember, Loraine is my sister," I hissed, tearing my hands from hers. She looked at me hurt, but I just turned and stormed to my room, grabbing my sketch book and camera on the way. Muttering under my breath I slammed the door. I sighed, flopping onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling for a moment before deciding to call Shay, on the second ring Shay had picked up "hey Em-be I was just about to call you, what's up?" Her soft voice flowed through my phone, I smiled at this. "Hey Shay-bear, nothing much just the fact that my dad got a girlfriend and she called me Loraine," I hissed through the phone, putting as much hatred into my voice as I could. "Whoa that is a BIG no no." Shay said, "so how's your photo and sketches coming along?" Shay's question made me smile despite my sour mood "I think the photo's turned out great and the sketches are still in progress." I said, sitting up "hey Shay I have to go I need to finish editing my photo's, and finish up my sketches, I'll talk to you later Kay?" I asked standing and walking towards my wooden desk "Kay Em-be I'll talk to you later." Shay said before she ended the call, placing my phone down I stared at my computer screen, editing the ones I thought needed it most, but only a little bit. I hated editing the whole picture and making it look fake. I yawned, and closed my laptop, placing my camera and sketchbook on the desk, next to my laptop, I stood and stretched, grabbing my PJ's I walked into the bathroom and quickly took a shower. After I got out I dressed in my PJ's and new underwear and quickly blow dried my short red hair. Brushing it out, I placed my brush on the counter and UN-plugged my blow drier. Walking into my room to get my hair tie I found Amanda searching through my photo's. I panicked, screaming I rushed over and got in between her and my stuff, taking the photo's from her startled grip I hugged them to my chest, anger was evident on my face as I glared at her. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room, now." I hissed at her, she scrambled backwards before turning and running down the stairs. I sighed and looked at my safe- for now- photo's, that when I decided I needed a place to keep my work, so I dialed my old piano teacher, who I knew owned an abandoned warehouse "hey Mrs. Click would you mind if I used your warehouse, my dad's girlfriend found my photo's and as you know I don't like anyone touching, or looking at my photo's" I said into the phone "oh of course you can use the warehouse, Ronald and I never use it anyway." She answered happily, you see Mrs.click is a young woman, in her mid-twenties. Not very old in my book, but anyway I smiled happily and thanked her before hanging up. Now all I needed to do was get my stuff into the warehouse. Not a problem....I hope. I quickly fell asleep, wanting the night to speed up. When I awoke I changed and brushed my teeth before rushing out of the house, my stuff in my hand, and as I jumped in I had a feeling something would happen today, which made me worried.