when did werewolves rule my life? UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Vampires? Werewolves? Boarding school?

"Why would you do this to me?" I screamed through the door that i had slammed shut only minutes ago. "Honey-" my dad started, but I stopped him.

 "Don't 'honey' me! You've just destroyed my life! Why would you do this? Do you hate me that much?" I heard my mum sob from the other side of my door, but I couldn't care in the least. I was too angry; I grabbed the closest thing to me and threw it against the door.

The cup of tea smashed against it and poured tea and pot all over my floor. I began crying and lay down on my bed. "Leave me alone," I sobbed, just wanting them to leave.

"Angel, you have to pack. Your flight is at midnight tonight"

Oh my god, it sounded just like them to only give me five hours to get ready! "Why wouldn't you tell me before? Why would you wait till the last minute?" I sobbed out.

"Well honey, if you let me in, I'll help you pack. It'll be fine." I nodded at what my mum said and went to open the door. My tears didn't stop falling, as I unlocked it. "I'm sorry, Angel. I'm so sorry." my mum said and grabbed me into a hug. I stayed stiff and unmoving in her arms. I was still angry with both of my parents for springing this new plan for my life on me so suddenly."Maybe we should start packing" I whispered, pulling out of her hold and walking back into my room.

I pulled open the first drawer I came to, stopped, and then sat on my bed. "How long am I going for?" I asked no-one in particular, whilst staring up at my ceiling.

"Well you'll be staying there for three months, but then you'll come back for Christmas" my mum answered, going to the drawer that I had previously opened. She pulled out everything that was in it and placed it on the floor. My knickers in one pile, socks in another, and bra's in another. She then went into my walk-in wardrobe, "which outfits do you want to take?" she shouted, popping her head around the door. I got up and went to the jeans section and pulled out around ten pairs of different colour skinny jeans, I knew I’d need them; I live for my skinny jeans. I then went to the t-shirt section and pulled out around 25 tees, not bothering to look at them, at this moment in time I didn’t care what they were, I knew I loved all of my t-shirts so I didn’t care which ones I picked to bring. I walked around to the shoes at the end of the wardrobe. i grabbed every single one that I thought that I might need, I was going for 3 months after all, who knows what I’ll be doing. I also brought 3 dresses and 4 coats.

As I was walking out of my wardrobe my dad was bringing in four large Gucci suitcases. "I think these are all you're going to need!" he said going to sit on my bed. He watched silently as I folded all my clothes and placed them into my suitcases. I then started placing my underwear and shoes into them too. Mum walked back in carrying a bag of what were obviously toiletries. To be honest, I hadn't even noticed she'd left. Kind of sad really, I knew I’d miss her when I was gone, but right now I just couldn’t bring myself to think about it.

I couldn’t believe they had chosen to do something so drastic in my life and not think to at least ask me or warn me about it before the night I was due to leave. It is honestly so typical of them to do this, they just don’t realise that it actually hurts me inside to know that they don’t include me on the family things that they have to decide together, I am their youngest child after all, surely I should mean more to them than this? They always buy me things because I’m their ‘special little girl’ but I don’t like all the things they buy me just because they don’t have anyone else to buy for (my brother’s old enough to buy his own stuff), they don’t even think about whether or not I’d like it, it’s all about status for them; who has the best shoes, who has the most expensive dress or who has the most flashy car?

It all didn’t matter to me. No, there are people in Africa that barely have enough food to live off day by day, and my parents have just bought me my fifth pair of Ray Bans, which are not needed because I live in England, plus the fact I already had four more pairs.

No, they don’t realise that at all.

(PLEASE READ

I read over this story lately and realised that I liked the story line but I had gone about writing it completely wrong, I apologise for this. I will be going through and re-writing every chapter to make it more up-to-date with my writing abilities however I am not sure how long this will take as I am in my last year of school so it's taking up quite a bit of my time, hopefully this story will improve and more people will have the chance to enjoy it. thankyou for reading this so much!)