(So this has been posted on here around, what? 2-3 times? but I'm hoping this is my final draft)
Chapter 1
Adrienne's POV.
Heather banged at the door, how could a two and a half year old have this much strength? I thought to myself as I put all my weight onto my bedroom door making sure my step sister wasn’t going to come barging in any minute soon.
“Adrienne. Lemme in!” She cried, banging harder and harder every time.
“No Heather…go and find mummy!” I suggested, and as if on cue my step mums footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and Heather let go and followed her mum.
I grabbed my converse, and tried to finish getting ready for school, before being disturbed by Joanna running into my room, holding a box of utensils ready for bubble rap.
“So, Adie…remember, Roxanne’s now, Chris said he’d make your dinner and Matt’s after school” She told me, for the 100th time in the past twelve hours. I nodded, half to signal I understood, half to signal that I wanted her out, but I realised she was staring at my room, which was obviously empty, since we were moving, but it was supposed to be filled with boxes, not be completely clear with only a pair of battered red converse (which I still hadn’t had time to put on) lying on the floor.
“Adrienne, were is your stuff” She asked, slowly, trying to not make herself panic.
“Over at Roxanne’s, Chris said he’d drop the off later, Jo, my stuff is not getting ruined in a moving van, unlike last time.
Joanna rolled her eyes at me, “Adie. The only reason half of your stuff got ruined last time, is because we was moving from America to England, not down the bloody street”
“Well, we barley have time to move everything back now do we?” I pointed out, pulling on my shoes; Jo nodded, and started to walk away…but was back at the doorway within seconds.
“Adie, please inform school that it was not my idea to dye your hair bright red” She finished off, and finally left me.
I made my way downstairs, and out the front door only to be confronted by rain, I stared across the road to by best friend, Roxanne’s house, which she shared with her parents and older brother Chris. I then remembered that my hoodie’s and jackets were packed, and I was stood under the porch in jeans, converse and a long sleeved t-shirt.
I sighed, and made a run for it, almost getting knocked over by a car, I ran up Roxanne’s front garden and as soon as I reached the door, I started to knock, and shout.
“Rox, Chris! Get one of your asses down here right now! Or else.” I threatened; I carried on knocking, the rain getting me wetter by the second.
Finally, the door opened and I was stood staring at a familiar, dark haired twenty-one year old, who was just looking at me laughing, I pushed past him and started the journey to the kitchen. Trust me, it was truly a journey, I was never sure what rooms had carpet or wooden flooring, since they were either covered with books or had some sort of animal running around.
I had adapted well, the three years of knowing her and somehow managed to jump or avoid any obstacles and managed to safely get the kitchen and retrieve the hot chocolate Chris had prepared for me, it sat on the counter along with two others, one for Roxanne, and one for Matt - my other best friend.
I relaxed into a chair and rested my head on the table, and saw that Chris had finally arrived, and was staring at my hair, It took me a second to realise why before remembering that, I dyed my hair around 10pm, meaning the only people who had seen my hair transform from it’s usual brunette colour, to bright red.
“Adrienne, I’d ask you why, but the answer will be ‘because I wanted to’ so, I’m just going to leave you with, your going to get killed” He told me, I looked at him and then went back to burring my head into my hands.
“No shit Sherlock” I muttered, closing my eyes and suddenly getting sleepy, before long I was interrupted my phone going off. I sat up and pulled my phone out of my pocket, Chris raised his eyebrows.
“Boyfriend?” He asked, trying to get a peek of the text I just opened.
“No, it isn’t Justin and I are currently not talking” I informed him, he rolled his eyes at me, having one of his I-know-were-not-related-but-we-may-as-well-be-brother-and-sister-anyway-so-I’m-going-to-be-all-protective-because-I-can’t-be-like-this-with-Roxanne-because-she’s-mostly-a-good-girl moments. “It’s Matt, he’s walking down now” and as I finished, I heard the door open, followed by a faint bloody hell from extremely gay best friend.
Within seconds Matt was shouting at me over my hair, acting more like a strict big brother, who had some sort of reputation to upload unlike Chris, who enjoyed being slightly over protective. This wasn’t the worst I had done, and school wasn’t going to do anything, they weren’t overly strict anyway, it was one of the few schools in England that didn’t have a uniform, which I guess was okay after moving from New Jersey in June 2007, meaning Matt and Roxanne would have been coming towards the end of their first year in St John’s High School, and today was the day we started our final year. I had never got in major trouble, I had had a few run in’s with the rules, and teachers and had walked out of class a few times, but they were used to it by now.
When the shouting, and the “you have done a good job though” from Matt finished, Roxanne made an appearance, finally ready, she also had two umbrellas in hand, and threw one at me.
“I knew you would forget one” She sighed, picking up Felix one of her five cat’s, and stroking her, Roxanne was extremely ditzy, but was somehow one of the most intelligent, artistic and weirdest people you could meet, which made me love everything about her, well…not counting her habit for collecting books and animals.
But still, as much as I loved her, it was easy to take the piss out of her dizziness, as was proven by me whispering to Matt;
“Bet you a fiver she won’t notice the hair for half an hour”
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