I Don't Care: Michael Clifford

Chapter 1

Macy's POV

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"Macy get down here now!" my mom screams from two floors down. My dad was killed by a drunk driver when I was 11, I've sworn to myself since then never to touch a drink. I was pretty messed up from it. Before the accident I was a normal little girl thinking everything was sunshine and rainbows. It took me a few years to get back to "normal", if you call normal someone who wears black about almost everyday, hates people, and hides away in music then sure. I'm totally normal.

 I hate it when she does this. I sigh as I shut my laptop and run down the stairs. When I get to the bottom floor I see her standing there with her suitcase.

"Macy I'm going to be leaving town for a few months" she explained. Wow this is longer than usual. My mom is always working, like a hurricane could be destroying the world and she would be sitting in her office finishing up paper work. I rolled my eyes at her. 

"Okay mom thanks for sharing, I know how to survive without you." I grumbled as I started to walk away from her.

"Macy get back here there's one more thing."

"What?"

"You're going to be staying with some friends of mine while I'm away, and don't try to argue, I've already set it up." 

I can't believe she doesn't think I can take care of myself. I love my mom and all that It's just she wasn't really there the first year my dad died and I was basically left alone to deal with it by myself.

I've basically lived without her my whole life, why does she think that I need to be taken care of now? I don't even try to argue with her.

"Fine." I stammered hoping that she would leave me alone to go listen to my music in peace.

"You will be staying with the Clifford's they live right across the street, you used to play with their son do you remember them?" In reply I just stare her in the eye symbolizing that I have no clue who the fuck shes talking about.

"Well hunny I'm leaving tomorrow, you need to go pack your things i'll drop you off in the morning." I walk up into the attic which is my room.

The whole room is covered in band posters such as My Chemical Romance, The Offspring, Nirvana, and one of my favorites, Green Day. I like to think of my life the same way as my room: a disaster. 

I take off my black skinny jeans and replace them with lose sweatpants, I leave my AC/DC shirt on because I'm to lazy to change. It was around supper time so I head down the 2 flights of stairs, by the time I was at the bottom floor I was breathing heavy. Man I'm really out of shape I thought to myself. I used to be quite in shape, you know running everyday; a exercises junkie but that was before everything happened. Now I just stay in my room all day on my laptop listening to music. 

I walked into the kitchen and made myself cereal, my favorite thing in the whole world. My mom is gone so I take it into the living room. I turn on the tv to catch up on some Doctor Who. When I'm done I head back upstairs and pass out on my bed, not even bothering to pack.

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I wake up to a dreadful pounding on my door. I unlock my phone to see the time: 9:38 a.m. Who the hell wakes up before 11:00 a.m on a Saturday?  

"Marcheline Amber Jensen if you are not down here in 30 minutes with all of your stuff ready to go I am going to shut off the wifi for the next three months!" Great I thought to myself remembering the last time she said that I thought she was bluffing, she wasn't.

I drag myself out of my warm bed and shiver, it's always freezing in my room sence it's the attic. I shuffle into my bathroom and hop in the shower. I let the hot water warm me up. After the shower I get out and brush through my long brown hair letting it air dry. I walk into my room and open my dresser. I pick out my favorite pair of black skinny jeans, a red flannel, and a benie. After that I go back into my bathroom and apply some eyeliner, foundation, and mascara. (I brush my teeth in the shower, I know it's wierd but it's also very expedient)

After I'm ready I check the clock, 10:05. "Shit." I mutter under my breath as I grab my bag and throw random clothes into it as well as some other necessities. I also put my guitar in its case and take it along. I do this in under five minutes, besides I can always walk back if I forgot something. 

"MACY!" my mother shouts

"I'M COMING!" I scream back. 

I grab all of my stuff and descend down the stair dragging my bag behind me. Once I get to the bottom I see my mom glaring at me. "Your this close young lady" my mom dared. 

I just wanted this to be over with so I walked past her went outside and sat on our porch swing. It was warm out as it usually is the sun was very bright and I don't like it, you could say I don't get out that much. She met me out there a minute later giving me a key to the house and money for food and other things. My mother then started to walk to the house across the street and I trudged behind her looking down at my feet. 

Once we got to the door my mother rang the doorbell. This house is even bigger then ours. (My moms job pays her very well.) The door opened and cut me off from my thoughts. "Hi Lisa!" said the lady who opened the door in a very energetic voice. 

"Hello Karen." my mom replied.

"And Macy, oh how you have grown! I haven't seen you since you were half your size!" 

How the hell am I suppose to make it a day with this lady, let alone 3 weeks?

The lady who I'm guessing is named Karen lead us inside. Holy crap this house is bigger on the inside! (Doctor Who pun.... did anyone actually get that? no, okay). Right when you walked in a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

 Whilst I was examining the rest of the house my mom and Karen were having "catching up talk". I just got out my phone put in my headphones while looking through twitter. All the sudden I hear the obnoxsis lady yell

"MICHAEL COME DOWNSTAIRS!" man her and my mom were alike.

I take out my headphones when I hear a pounding which I am asuming is coming from upstairs, when I look to the boy standing before me. He had bright red hair and an eyebrow pericing, he also has tattoos on his arms. "What?!" he blurted. I don't know how I know him but I feel like I do. 

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Hi sorry if this sucked but I'll probably be updating on weekends because I'm really busy with school and sports right now!:)