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THE SUN IS EVERY TEENAGERS worse nightmares. Even the broken blinds couldn't block the direct sunshine from shining into the caravan that belonged to Bailey Stasia. Her head screamed to be smothered under the pillow and consumed by darkness so she could get another hours sleep, but she knew that she had to wake up for college.
Even the cold air in her bedroom couldn't block out the warmth of the sun, Bailey groaning as she sat up on her uncomfortable bed. "Fuck this..." She whispered to herself, knowing she had too much to drink that night. Her head was pounding with a headache and her stomach flipped with nausea— not understanding if it was from the alcohol or the nerves of college.
But despite the headache, her head turned to face the outside of the caravan. A smile filled her face as she watched her familiar neighbours begin their day.
Living alone was lonely for Bailey.
She had no contact with her family— both maternal and paternal. Her dad, Mitchell, left when she was young. He couldn't handle the substance abuse from her mother, also the verbal abuse she continued to give Mitchell throughout their entire relationship. And her mum, Charlie, was a different story. Her mum had a horrible habit of being controlled by alcohol and drugs— letting it consume their relationship to the point she didn't give a shit about Bailey. All she wanted from Bailey was the money she couldn't afford to give away for nothing.
Despite wanting to curl up on a ball and wither away in her bedroom, Bailey decided to get herself presentable for the day.
A day full of miserable people who had to start their first day at college. A college nowhere near good enough for Bailey, but the only one she could afford.
She stared at her appearance in the mirror. Finding that her messy makeup was the only way for her to feel confident. Her hand ruffled through her blonde hair with pink ends, creating some volume.
She shouldn't have to rely on her looks to feel confident, but she couldn't without.
When she slammed her caravan door shut, that familiar voice of her wonderful neighbour could be heard. "Morning, sweetheart," Freya announced before handing Bailey a cup full of her favourite coffee, probably spiked with alcohol.
Freya was the closest thing to a mother Bailey would ever have. She would always give her food, money and affection whenever Bailey needed it, because Freya knew Charlie could never give her that.
"I made you coffee. . . It isn't the usual grinds that I use because Noah decided it was a good idea to use them on the garden," Announced Freya as she placed emphasis on her husband's name. Bailey chuckled before taking a sip of the coffee in the recyclable cup, "It's fine. Coffee is coffee. Are grinds even good for gardens?"
Freya furrowed her brows at the sentence, her expression filled with confusion. "I actually have no idea. Noah! Are you sure coffee is good for plants?" Freya shouted round the back of the caravan to Noah, whom was working on their petite garden area to their caravan. Noah could be heard speaking back but his words were mumbled and quiet.
"I gotta go, Frey. I don't wanna be late for my first day, do I? When I get back, tell me if that garden is fucked," Bailey laughed as Freya rolled her eyes before bidding each other goodbye. Freya allowed Bailey to use her car to get to school, driving there as quick as the roads let her.
As she parked, she noticed a crash between a man's car and a bollard. Bailey furrowed her brows before picking up her cigarettes and coffee cup, taking them outside with her. "What the fuck. . ." She whispered to herself as she saw the man shouting at someone, going fucking mental. Bailey chuckled, lighting her cigarette before noticing Effy stood at the argument.
"Your dad is still shit at driving," Bailey announced towards Effy. The dark-haired girl nodded her head in agreement before Bailey took a long drag of her cigarette, allowing it to soothe her nerves and create the toxic pattern in her lungs that she loved so much.
"My dad is shit at everything," Effy replied before taking a drag of the cigarette also.
As Bailey gaped at the situation, she turned her head to find more people staring at the situation. Though, she admired two of the boys laughing at the whole thing. One was an boy, much more tanned than his two friends, his dark hair covered his forehead and his smile was contending along his face, making him look friendly and sweet. Whereas the other one that caught her eye was somewhat opposite. He was another boy, skin light and fair as his hair was short and a lighter brunette — some would say a dark, dirty blonde.
It was his eyes that caught Bailey off-guard. They were blue, and piercing. A perfect mixture for his mischievous-looking face, though his friend had soft, brown eyes.
Effy cleared her throat, making Bailey break her contact from the group and back onto the situation. She felt someone brush besides her, watching as the boy from before had tomato sauce smeared on his face, Bailey escaped a chuckle from her mouth. "I indeed say that was a horrible accident. I watched it all. This poor man could've died," Bailey announced in her not-so-posh accent. "Died," She added to make the sentence seem more acceptable, and meaningful.
Her eyes met with his blue ones, his smile was now towards her. "C'mon, Bails," Effy whispered as grabbed Bailey's hands and began to walk towards the college.
But, before they did, Effy ran her finger up his cheek — licking the sauce clean from it. "Sweet," Effy told him, beginning to walk with Bailey again as the two chuckled with one another.
