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Sitting on one of the many scattered boxes, my four year old brother looks up at me pleadingly with his striking blue eyes.
‘Faster, faster Chloe’ He says, his innocent face screwing up with impatience.
‘I’m sorry Oliver, I’m trying to get ready as fast as I can’ I say for what feels like the hundredth time. Truthfully however, I’m stalling. Today will be the first day at my new school, and, as usual, I’m petrified. There is something about walking into the grounds for the first time, and feeling the hundreds of staring eyes focused upon you, judging you, that kind of makes me feel a little bit unsettled. Well, that’s an understatement.
But today is different. Today will be my first day of high school, and the concept is totally freaking me out. I’m going to be a complete loner, because I know nobody what so ever.
As soon as I begin to put down my brush, after detangling the determined knots from my blonde hair, Oliver grasps my hand and almost wretches my arm out of my socket as he pulls me out of the bathroom, before I can attack myself, or him for that matter, with any other sort of beauty products.
‘Chloe!’ A voice yells from downstairs, ‘Aren’t you ready yet? Hurry up!’
That’s Stacy, my new foster mum. She is what you call a nightmare. There is a rule for everything, and I mean everything. I can’t even brush my hair without he yelling at me to hurry up, I mean come on, she should seriously get a grip of herself.
I roll my eyes at Oliver. He giggles cheekily, but quickly covers his mouth, just in case there is an off chance she can hear him. That’s a typical example of what she’s like; we can’t even laugh without getting in trouble. This household is a strictly No-Fun household.
Grabbing Oliver, I pick him up and make my way downstairs, bag on one shoulder, Oliver on the other.
Jessica and David give me the evil eye as I reach the landing. Their eyes follow me, hauntingly watching my every move. I can’t blame them though; they’ve lived in this household long enough to know that being on Stacy’s side has more benefits than defying her.
Jess and David both live under the same room as me, but unlike Oliver, or Olly as I like to call him, we are not related what-so-ever. In fact, we don’t even get along. Jess is 15 and is one of those girls who thinks everybody likes her, but really they don’t. From what I have seen in the two weeks that I’ve been here, hence the boxes that haven’t been unpacked upstairs, she has no real friends of any description. David an immature 16 year old, and unlike Jess he is one of the ‘cool kids’. He drinks, he smokes. Actually it seems that he will do whatever he can to stay in the ‘cool group’.
The car ride to school was a quiet affair, nobody dared to talk in the presence of Stacy. It was only when we dropped Jess and David to school did I break the silence.
‘Stacy’ I began, cautiously talking to her, like one would treat a bomb threatening to go off, ‘why can’t I go to school with Jessica and David? Why do we have to go to separate schools?’
I know I am treading on thin ice here, considering that I have already asked this question about 3 times already.
‘Chloe Walker! You know the answer to that question, you don’t need me to tell you again.’
‘I know you said that when you fostered me you agreed to send me to this school, but I just don’t get why, who said that I have to go to this school anyway?’
‘How am I supposed to know that Chloe? It just took you into my house and I am now sending you to a really expensive school. So shouldn’t you be thanking me?’ She looked at me expectantly.
‘Yes Stacy, of course. Thank you. Oh, and thank Jim for me as well.’ I shot back in my most patronizing voice.
Olly looked at me as if I had just asked for my own death wish. His chubby little cheeks dimpled as he frowned at me.
‘How dare you patronize me you insolent little brat?’ She bellowed at me, her face rapidly turning red. ‘I believe you just earned yourself a weeks’ worth of being grounded, and you can walk to school from here, that will teach you to be rude with me young lady. I am not one to take crap from vulgar adolescents like you. Get out of my car now!’
I sigh to myself, and resist the urge to roll my eyes. Stacy pulls over the car and motions for me to get out. I do, willingly. Anything to get out of her reach is a god send.
Oliver tries to open his door, so that he can join me walking to school, but is imprisoned within the car as a result of child lock. His blue eyes lock onto mine, and his hand reaches up towards the window, reaching out, towards my face, and suddenly deep within my stomach I feel a pang of heartache for my little brother.
Without a care in the world I stride over to the other side of the car, and unlock him from the car. He jumps out quickly, grabs his bag, and before Stacy has a chance to say, or yell anything profound at us, he shuts the door and begins the short walk with me to school.
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‘Faster, faster Chloe’ He says, his innocent face screwing up with impatience.
‘I’m sorry Oliver, I’m trying to get ready as fast as I can’ I say for what feels like the hundredth time. Truthfully however, I’m stalling. Today will be the first day at my new school, and, as usual, I’m petrified. There is something about walking into the grounds for the first time, and feeling the hundreds of staring eyes focused upon you, judging you, that kind of makes me feel a little bit unsettled. Well, that’s an understatement.
But today is different. Today will be my first day of high school, and the concept is totally freaking me out. I’m going to be a complete loner, because I know nobody what so ever.
As soon as I begin to put down my brush, after detangling the determined knots from my blonde hair, Oliver grasps my hand and almost wretches my arm out of my socket as he pulls me out of the bathroom, before I can attack myself, or him for that matter, with any other sort of beauty products.
‘Chloe!’ A voice yells from downstairs, ‘Aren’t you ready yet? Hurry up!’
That’s Stacy, my new foster mum. She is what you call a nightmare. There is a rule for everything, and I mean everything. I can’t even brush my hair without he yelling at me to hurry up, I mean come on, she should seriously get a grip of herself.
I roll my eyes at Oliver. He giggles cheekily, but quickly covers his mouth, just in case there is an off chance she can hear him. That’s a typical example of what she’s like; we can’t even laugh without getting in trouble. This household is a strictly No-Fun household.
Grabbing Oliver, I pick him up and make my way downstairs, bag on one shoulder, Oliver on the other.
Jessica and David give me the evil eye as I reach the landing. Their eyes follow me, hauntingly watching my every move. I can’t blame them though; they’ve lived in this household long enough to know that being on Stacy’s side has more benefits than defying her.
Jess and David both live under the same room as me, but unlike Oliver, or Olly as I like to call him, we are not related what-so-ever. In fact, we don’t even get along. Jess is 15 and is one of those girls who thinks everybody likes her, but really they don’t. From what I have seen in the two weeks that I’ve been here, hence the boxes that haven’t been unpacked upstairs, she has no real friends of any description. David an immature 16 year old, and unlike Jess he is one of the ‘cool kids’. He drinks, he smokes. Actually it seems that he will do whatever he can to stay in the ‘cool group’.
The car ride to school was a quiet affair, nobody dared to talk in the presence of Stacy. It was only when we dropped Jess and David to school did I break the silence.
‘Stacy’ I began, cautiously talking to her, like one would treat a bomb threatening to go off, ‘why can’t I go to school with Jessica and David? Why do we have to go to separate schools?’
I know I am treading on thin ice here, considering that I have already asked this question about 3 times already.
‘Chloe Walker! You know the answer to that question, you don’t need me to tell you again.’
‘I know you said that when you fostered me you agreed to send me to this school, but I just don’t get why, who said that I have to go to this school anyway?’
‘How am I supposed to know that Chloe? It just took you into my house and I am now sending you to a really expensive school. So shouldn’t you be thanking me?’ She looked at me expectantly.
‘Yes Stacy, of course. Thank you. Oh, and thank Jim for me as well.’ I shot back in my most patronizing voice.
Olly looked at me as if I had just asked for my own death wish. His chubby little cheeks dimpled as he frowned at me.
‘How dare you patronize me you insolent little brat?’ She bellowed at me, her face rapidly turning red. ‘I believe you just earned yourself a weeks’ worth of being grounded, and you can walk to school from here, that will teach you to be rude with me young lady. I am not one to take crap from vulgar adolescents like you. Get out of my car now!’
I sigh to myself, and resist the urge to roll my eyes. Stacy pulls over the car and motions for me to get out. I do, willingly. Anything to get out of her reach is a god send.
Oliver tries to open his door, so that he can join me walking to school, but is imprisoned within the car as a result of child lock. His blue eyes lock onto mine, and his hand reaches up towards the window, reaching out, towards my face, and suddenly deep within my stomach I feel a pang of heartache for my little brother.
Without a care in the world I stride over to the other side of the car, and unlock him from the car. He jumps out quickly, grabs his bag, and before Stacy has a chance to say, or yell anything profound at us, he shuts the door and begins the short walk with me to school.
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