Hungry

Chapter 1

The sound of my shoes slapping against the pavement was the only sound in the neighbourhood.  I had been running for an hour and I didn't plan on stopping. I would've used our home gym but I had decided I wanted fresh air.

The cool air brushed against me, making my lips cold. I breathed out, pulling my ponytail tighter. When it had come to the end of my run, I made my way back to the house.

I walked up our long driveway to our three-story mansion. It didn't feel like home at all, considering I had moved in during the summer. When I pushed through the large front door, I was greeted with silence. In my old house, my mother would've greeted me with open arms and a muffin. I pulled my ponytail tighter, not wanting to think of her.

My room was on the third floor, next to my young step brothers. His name was Max and he was six. He was sweet to me and often stayed with me. I slipped through my room, shuddering at how unlike home it was.

My bed was pushed up on the far side of the room and some boxes lounged around, waiting to be welcomed into the room. Instead of having an actual wardrobe, like a normal person, I had this extravagant walk-in closet. It annoyed me because I had to sort all my clothes into sections, instead of stuffing them inside a tight wardrobe.

I didn't have much clothes anyways, so shopping was first on my list. I walked to my ensuite bathroom, ready to take a shower. Once I had finished, I picked up my clothes I had laid out. I was in my last year of sixth form, whatever that meant, and it was annoying. The curriculum isn't the same as the USA's, meaning I had spent all my summer catching up. I guess it gave me something to do instead of thinking.

This prestigious school I was being sent to, had a school uniform, which meant that I had to squeeze into a light blue and white plaid skirt and a white blouse. I clipped on my tie and discarded the blazer. There's no way I was going to wear that Blazer, it was way to itchy. I grabbed an oversized, cropped, black coat that I had bought a while back. The worst thing about this whole arrangement, was that this school expected me to wear heels. I didn't even know that was a rule.

Since I hadn't known, Dad had Tinsley, my half sister, give me her heels. She's made a whole ordeal about them being her favourite Jimmy Choo's but gave me them anyways. I had no clue what Jimmy Choo's were but I thanked her. Since I had moved here, Tinsley was definitely not my biggest fan. She'd made her disdain for me very clear.

Tinsley was a blonde, with hair that could cut me. Her hair was a sharp bob, that stopped just above her shoulders. She was beautiful, her face completely symmetrical and a perfect example of a lady. I guess she wasn't what I was expecting from a European girl, especially with a name that sounded like it came from the US.

I on the other hand, was plain old Darcy. I was named after Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. I had never read the book, but the thought of it was nice. I had curly brown locks that dropped midway to my back. My face was pretty but compared to Tinsley, I was downright ugly. Compared to Tinsley, I was nothing. I quickly strap on the heels, still not understanding why it was a big deal.

I sat at my vanity, looking at my reflection. I rushed through a natural makeup look, not bothering with my hair. When I had finished, I looked acceptable, pretty almost. However, I was still early and I had to wait for Tinsley to get ready so she could take me to school. Dad had bought me a car but it's not coming in for three more days, therefore I had to ride with Tinsley and her stupid friends. I picked up my black Tote bag, walking out my room.

I walked to the kitchen on the first floor, looking for something to satisfy my hunger. I grab a cookie from the counter, eyeing it. All the chocolate pieces had been picked out and I cursed at Max silently, putting the cookie down. I settle for a banana, before scrolling through socials. All my friends from the USA were constantly keeping in touch with me, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before our contact would completely fade away. I regretted that time to come because we'd been such a close-knitted friendship group.