Well I Wasn't Expecting That

chapter 1

Chapter 1

‘SIR, STEP OUT OF YOUR VEHICLE. I REPEAT STEP OUT OF YOUR VEHICLE!’ the police called.

I stepped out of the car.

‘JESUS CHRIST! DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING SIR!!! I DIDN’T FUCKING THINK SO!!’ I yelled. ‘GOD HURRY UP AND ARREST ME. I AIN’T GOT ALL DAY YOU KNOW. CHRIST!’

The police came up to arrest me and I let them lead me to the car. I honestly was so tired from jetlag I just gave up.

‘hey’ I called to one of the police.

‘what?’ he replied gruffly.

‘can you get my luggage out of the lambo’s boot?’ I asked sweetly.

The man rolled his eyes and sighed but got it anyway. He raised his eyebrows when he saw my suitcases. They were neon green.

‘what? I didn’t want them to get lost. Sheesh.’ I said obviously.

They shoved me in the car and drove to the police station.

I have now been waiting in a holding cell for my mother who I haven’t seen since I was born to bail me out. I guess I should explain why I'm here in the first place.

Ok. It all happened about a month ago. Me and my dad had been living in England for about 2 years. We often moved around a lot because me and my dad both loved seeing new places and learning new things. Now my dad had no family left except his younger brother in Italy. Now my mom. She left me and my dad when I was a couple weeks old because she couldn’t deal with being a mom at 16. She and my dad were high school sweethearts and my dad was heartbroken when she left but loved me enough to still keep me. He never fell in love again and always said he loved my mother and no other woman could replace her however much he tried. I could’ve forgiven her if she stayed in contact but she didn’t ring me once or even try and meet me. It didn’t really bother me because all I needed was my dad. We were very similar both personality and looks. We both had a passion for cars and bikes. I mean he was a little mental by teaching me how to drive when I was 8 and how to ride a motorcycle when I was 11 but it was so worth it. I quickly became addicted to the rush and started street racing. When my dad was living in America he was a famous street fighter so obviously he taught me pretty much everything he knew and in England I was given a chance to show these skills off. But that all changed when he was hit by a drunk driver head on. I lost my best friend that day.

 It turned out that because I'm only 17 and wasn’t a full adult I had to move to my moms. I wouldn’t mind if she lived in England but no. She lived in freaking California USA. So anyway I was feeling really depressed on the plane and when I landed my mom seemed to have forgotten to send someone for me. So I got pissed and decided to play a game. I played Grand theft auto for real. I didn’t really think about it. I just hotwired some amazing cars I passed and speeded around. I wouldn’t have got caught if there hadn’t been 2 guys in the car I stole. I forgot about one of them and only knocked out one. I'm guessing the other one must have called the cops. Oh well I mean I was lost anyway. So all the police were going to do was call my mom to bail me out unless I got sued but that wouldn’t be a problem. I heard she married a billionaire but I wouldn’t need any money. I guess my dad was pretty rich but that’s for another time. My mom had arrived.

‘Donatella. Is that you.’ Some bleach blonde Barbie looking woman asked me.

‘yup. Now may I ask who the hell are you?’ I asked rudely. Seriously this woman looked like she was about to cry. I was getting worried if that happened her nose might melt off.

‘my darling daughter’ she cried. The police officer or cop as they say in America opened the cell door.

I awkwardly walked over to her and patted her shoulder.

‘yeah. And I'm guessing that your mum’ I said rhetorically.

She grabbed me into a bone breaking hug and whispered into my ear.

‘you look just like your father’.

I almost wet myself laughing at her fake British accent but then stiffened when she mentioned dad. It was still a touchy subject for me.

Luckily she noticed and said ‘come on dear lets go to your new home. And don’t worry your bail wasn’t that much just don’t make a habit out of it.’ She said sternly.

I let it go and sighed as she dragged me to the car along with the cop putting my luggage into the boot. I raised my eyebrows at him and he gave me a dirty look. I smirked at him through the window then stuck my prized finger up at him. He glared at me but just walked it off before he could lose anymore dignity.

The houses we were driving past just kept getting bigger and bigger but I kept my face neutral, I talent I was proud of. We pulled up at the biggest freaking house I have ever seen and I have seen big houses. We jumped out of the car and my mum said ‘you’ll have to meet the family tomorrow as its late right now and your sister will be having a pool party as well so you can meet some people from your new school.’ She said. She looked over me before saying under breath not realising I would here. ‘but I doubt you’ll make any friends’.

I let it go too tired to start a fight and looked over at the garage. I felt another pang of depression as my cars and bikes would be arriving tomorrow and I would have to wait. I sighed and brought my bags to the door.

There was only one way I could describe my room and that would be completely shit. It was big. It had a bathroom and walk in closet. I even had a balcony. But there was a big problem. It was all pink. ALL pink. I decided I would do something about that later right now I was going to go to sleep.