Chapter 1 - Unknown Title at the Moment

This is a new story idea that decided to pop into my head a few nights ago and i would very much like to know what you think of it :D I decided that each new chapter I will have a different person's point of view. Who knows, you might actually like it! haha.

Chapter 1

Demi

Demi Emerson folded her clothes methodically into her suitcase while staring blankly out her morning window. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop the uncomfortable nervous feelings from fluttering around inside her stomach. It’s just a trip. It’s just a stupid trip. She laughed humorlessly at how worked up she was being. Walking over to the dresser for more clothes, she passed her bedside table with a careless glance. Demi stopped in her tracks – something wasn’t right. Turning back around to face her bedside table she noticed the empty space that was usually occupied by her diary. Shit, that meant only one thing:
“Chloe!” Demi shouted, storming out of her room. Demi found her little sister watching a movie in the lounge room downstairs. “Chloe, did you take my diary? It’s not in my room,” said Demi over the busy noise of the television. She tried to look calm and composed but inside she was freaking out like crazy. Her heart hammered at such a quick pace inside her chest she though she was having a panic attack. If Chloe took it I am going to be so dead.
Chloe’s eyes were focused on the screen in front of her and she wore a brain-dead expression. “Eeerrmmm…” Chloe responded, impersonating a zombie. Chloe’s attention was still only directed towards the movie she was watching.
Demi stepped in front of the television with her hands crossed, blocking Chloe’s view and snapping Chloe out of her trance.
“No, don’t do that! I’m listening, I’m listening! Jesus, what do you want?” said Chloe.
“Where is my diary?” Demi demanded.
Chloe stretched her body as far to the left as humanly possible to try and see around the obstacle that Demi had become. “No idea. I didn’t take it if that’s what you’re thinking. Now can you move?”
Demi sighed and headed back the way she came. She was halfway up the stairs when a voice made her stop; that voice didn’t sound too happy.
“Demi, come here. Now.”
Demi followed her mother’s voice into the kitchen. There her mother stood with her penetrating stare directed angrily at her daughter. Demi could almost see the fire burning in her mother’s eyes.
“We need to talk,” Demi’s mother said.
Damn, this must be pretty serious.
Demi gulped. “What about?” Then her face paled at the sight of the object on the kitchen table next to her mother. Well, looks like I found my diary.
Demi’s mother grabbed the diary from off the table and started shaking it at Demi’s direction vigorously. “The stuff you’ve been writing in this thing is shocking, Demi. Completely shocking! I have never been more disappointed with you in my life! If I had known even half the things you do when I’m not around –” Demi’s mother flicked through the pages of the diary violently until she found the page she was looking for. “‘Last night I went over to Lesley’s house for a sleepover. We got some weed earlier that day and that night we got totally baked. It was so fun. I can’t believe her parents didn’t notice…’” Demi’s mother quoted, turning another few pages. “‘…Snuck out of the house a couple of nights ago and went to this raging party with Lesley and Paige. Lesley hooked up with some random guy that was there and Paige got completely wasted. Paige threw up twice and we had to carry her back to the car because she passed out. What an adventure!’” Demi’s mother mocked the last part and pegged the diary furiously across the room away from Demi.
Demi’s eyes grew wide as she took a step back. Okay, maybe I’m going to be more then dead. Demi was getting a little scared, so instead of panicking and crying like a child, Demi decided to get angry.
“Why did you even look in my diary? That’s my private stuff! How could you disrespect me like that, Mum?” Demi said loudly.
Demi’s mother gave a bitter laugh. “Me disrespect you?” she yelled, “I think it’s you who disrespected me first. I trusted you!”
“Oh yeah, well I trusted you!” Demi shouted.
“I thought you were better than all that shit, Demi. And to do it all behind my back!”
“You weren’t supposed to find out!” screamed Demi. The volume of the conversation was reaching a crescendo.
“How could you disobey me like that? It’s like you’re not even my daughter anymore! I never realized you could be such a sly bitch!” Demi’s mother shouted.
Demi flinched. She felt tears prick her eyes. That hurt. She could see a flash of regret streak across her mother’s face. Demi looked down at the ground. “I hate you,” she murmured quietly, though her mother could hear the words quite well. Demi lifted her head back up to meet her mother’s eyes and glared. “I hate you!” Demi shouted and bolted back up to her room just as Chloe came into the kitchen to see what all the yelling was about.

Excited chatter buzzed from Demi’s fellow classmates as Mrs. Parker called out the roll from just outside the awaiting bus. It had been two hours since Demi had slammed the front door of her house with her suitcase in hand and walked out into the chilly morning towards Lesley Sawyer’s car parked just outside. Once away from Demi’s street Lesley had asked endless questions of why Demi had wanted to be picked up and what had happened. Demi had not said a word the whole way to their school.
“Oceana Blaire?” Mrs. Parker called over the noise the class was making. Mist was exhaled from her voice. It was winter and everyone’s hands, heads and necks were hidden behind thick, woolen materials.
“Here, Miss.” Oceana said, picking up the bag on the ground beside her and climbing aboard the bus.
“Patrick Carson?”
The list went on while Demi and her friends huddled together to fight the cold. As always, Lesley was the one talking.
“I can’t believe we’re going to China!” Lesley exclaimed in an exuberant manner. “This is going to be so amazing. I’ve always wanted to see the Great Wall. And imagine how skinny we’ll get walking non-stop everyday for a whole month and eating nothing but healthy Asian food! Brilliant!” She was practically exploding with enthusiasm.
“I’ve never been on an airplane before,” said Paige nervously, jigging up and down to try and stay warm.
“You’ll be fine. Don’t worry! Airplanes are great, apart from the food,” Rose Fenton said and scrunched up her nose with disgust.
Paige and Lesley giggled while Demi faked a smile. Demi felt sick from the fight she’d had with her mother. Her and her mum rarely ever got cross at one another and when they did they never raised their voices as much as they had earlier that morning. Demi had not said anything to her mother since the fight, not even goodbye. There was a part of Demi that wanted her mother to feel hurt just like she had felt after her mother had called her a bitch. Demi felt awful though, like something heavy and depressing was weighing down her heart.
“Demi Emerson?”
Demi snapped herself into reality again. “Here, Miss.” She picked up her bag and hopped on the bus, sitting herself down in a vacant seat. She looked out the window, watching the rest of her classmates make their way over to the bus, one by one.

Sometimes we forget to forgive. Sometimes we don’t say goodbye to those we will never see again. Sometimes the last words we give to another will burden us forever with guilt. Sometimes we underestimate how powerful our words can be. But at all times we have to live with our mistakes, and forgiving someone else’s mistake is always much easier then forgiving our own.