Something More

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SOMETHING MORE

Chapter 1: Wishes

Tasha's POV

"I'm home!" I said. "No one cares, Halley." Vinny said back.

Gee, thanks. It's nice to know that no one cares. After a bitch of a day, school is still gay. After 3 weeks of school since the first day, school is still gay. After 16+ years of existing in earth, life is still gay.

"I love you, Vinny."

"I love you too, Halley. Can you make me a sandwich?"

Oh Vinny. I love my fourteen year old brother to bits; he is my life and my rock. It's always been just the four of us. Mom, dad, me and Vinny. Only Vinny calls me by my middle name: Halley (pronounced as Ha-Ly). It was his first word and the name stuck for as long as I can remember. My real name is Natasha Halley Laurence; I'm Halley to only him and Tasha to the rest of the world. I'm three-quarters Italian and a hint of American. I was born in Nice, France where my mom and dad lived for a couple of years. I am now 16 and 4 months away from my 17th. I currently have red hair (natural is dark brown) and pure sky blue eyes which I often get complimented on because apparently, not much people can pull off red hair and blue eyes. I'm not that tall, not that short, average I guess; same with weight. Right now, my life is kinda crap. School is crap and I'm kind of failing especially in Chemistry since my 'commited' lab partner recently moved to New Roads High. My bestfriend, Katarana (Tara for short), and I had a fight after school but that's not too bad 'cause we always make up the next day. I don't have money and I'm grounded for 3 weeks for attempting to sneak out in the middle of the night. My mom isn't speaking to me because apparently, I have been disappointing her lately. Well hey, guess what mom: join the fun because you're not alone.

We currently live in Santa Monica, California. My family used to travel a lot; we've lived in Switzerland, France, Australia, New York, Spain and now, the great big Cali. We're staying put for a couple of years because our parents wants us to finish high school in one place, which I thought was pretty smart of them to say. Anyway, yeah.

"Halleeeeeeeeeey, my sandwich!" Vinny yelled. "It's coming, boss!" I walked over to him and gave him his sandwich. I sat on the couch and closed my eyes for a couple of minutes, and the next thing I know, Renee, our shih tzu, was licking my face.

"Vinny? What time is it?" I asked. "Uhm, around 8. You've been asleep in that spot for 2 hours, and you're drooling you know." Bullshit, that was Renee's saliva but I didn't have the heart to tell him that.

I walked over to the kitchen where I found my dad eating Chinese takeaway. "Hey daddy," I said.

"Hey sweetie, good sleep?" he asked. "Yeh, it was alright. I was beat."

"Well go to your room and…do whatever you do in your room. I'll clean up and bring you food after, 'kay? By the way, your mom's working overtime tonight so it'll just be the three of us."

"Thanks, daddy." I said.

I walked over to my room and stared at the picture on my wall. It was a picture of us, the five of us including Renee. We're all smiling and we all look happy. I sat on my bed and asked myself: "God, or whoever is up there willing to listen to me, why does it feel like something's missing from me, from my life?"

Taylor's POV

Uggggh, why does life have to be so depressing?

"OOUUCCCCHHH!" I yelled. What the fuck? Something hit me in the head and it hurts like hell. There's a frikin' pounding in my head and it won't stop.

"Kadie! Kadie's fault! She threw my car at your head!" Luke screamed. Kadie giggled.

Kids. These kids annoy me and I just want to go back to Michigan where I don't have to live with these monsters, where I feel comfortable, where I belong. "Whatever," I said. 2 weeks in California is already killing me.

I start school on Monday, 2 days away. I don't want to go to Santa Monica High School, it sounds so gay. It's all the same: girls will be wearing short shorts, low-cut tops and showing off their boobs. Guys will be wearing shorts and tank tops, carrying their skateboards and showing off their abs or muscles. Fine, ok, maybe I do have a skateboard as well, I guess I could say that I'm close to what they are like but I belong to Michigan; where my boys will be my boys and I don't have to impress anyone. Michigan; where I could just be me.

"Taylor, its dinner time!" Maggie, my step-mother yelled. "Not hungry," I yelled back.

I walked over to my room and closed the door behind me, wishing I could just smash my head and die.

"God, if you exist, you'd listen to me and grant this. Let me be happy for once. Give me something, anything that will make the rest of my year complete."

POV = Point Of View

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