When Living With The Boys

Chapter 1: Angry Isn't A Good Look

 Natalie

I throw my head in frustration as i tug my boots on. I am so angry. Why am I angry you ask? Simple - Mum, Dad, Vicky. But I don't know why my parents would expect anything else.

When you tell your sixteen year old daughter that her parents and her little sister get to jet off to Hollywood to film a movie, if you expect her to be happy, then you are seriously kidding yourself.

And then when your daughter asks you why her sister gets to go and not her, and they answer that she can look after herself? One really pissed off daughter for you.

That is me right now.

I zip up my boots quickly, the soft squealing sound filling the room. After, I take my suitcases, there many of them, seeing as it is everything I wil need for the next few years, and walk down the stars, my suitcases sprawling all over the stairs as I walk. Right now in the midst of my anger, I really do not care about safe handling my bags.

The sun is barely visible today, only slight rays dripping in through the clouds. In the driveway is a black limo, and one girl sticks her head out of the window the aligns on the roof of the car, Eleanor. She grins at me and waves, masses of her brown wavy hair falling over her shoulders. I manage to give her a small smile before dumping all my things in the main compartment of the car, where my friends are.

"Hey, Natalie!" Matt yells, as I throw my duffel bag into the car. 

I look at the blond haired boy and give him my most convincing smile, well, my most convincing smile for now, anyways. "Matt!" I squeal, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, giving him a quick hug. I turn to the rest. "Let me just go lock the door."

After locking the door, using the keys my parents left me, I walk back to the car and slam the door shut.

"Hey guys," I say, sitting next to Eleanor and the window. Each of them overlaps their voices giving various greetings.

Another boy, Jack, looks at me, his brown eyes showing a sample of concern. "Are you excited."

I sigh. "Yeah, sort of."

Eleanor pouts. "What's wrong.'

"Nothing's wrong, it's just going to be," I pause and inhale a breath of air. "A change."

Rolling her eyes, Eleanor pulls out her phone, and positioned it in front of us. "Well, it's going to be a hella good change. Now put on your best smile and pose for the camera, angry isn't a good look and this is going on Instagram."

I give the camera a smile and Eleanor does too. She snaps a photo and shows it to me, giving me a wide grin. "Perfect!"

Looking at the photo she is showing me, I notice that I look slightly pleased, but Eleanor is beaming, like she won a million dollars. She is very photogenic, and I've always been very jealous at how easily she can smile and make everyone believe her. "It's a talent," she would say.

All of our phone beeps after Eleanor has posted it and she looks at me, giving me a genuine smile, or at least what I would've picked for one.

Staring out the window, I notice a blazing heat on my neck. The clouds have cleared up making  way for the sun.

'A change,' I think to myself. 'A change."

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I first started this story two years ago, and now I have finally decided to rewrite it, so here you go!

Thanks for reading!

~ Clea