She sighed flicking threw the magazine on her bed ignoring the loud noise of the hover outside her bedroom door, or the voices of her two of her three little brothers dylan and Josiah squealing at each other. She moved from one end of the bed to the other, to her sofa to lying flat on the floor stairing at the cilling. She sighed hearing the boys banging against the door still screaming at each other, the hover had stopped but that just made it more easy to hear them arguing. Hannah got up of the floor and opened up her door "DYLAN! JOSIAH!...MUM!" she yelled over the top of them.
Living in a house outnumbered by boys wasn't easy. Mum Connie and Her dad Steve and her three brothers. Caleb, Thirteen years old, Dylan, six years old and Josiah, Four years old, Just. Hannah was the oldest of her siblings at 16 years old.
Hannah's mum came to the bottom of the stairs to shout up "boys pack it in!" she yelled then walked off, of course that had no impact in this house as the boys continued bickering. "Dylan go to your room!...Josaih go down the stairs!" she said shoving the boys in opposite directions firmly. She sighed going back into her room and swinging the door shut, throwing herself heavily down onto the sofa and flicked the tv on with the remote. Couch potato was all She seemed to be. She didn't have a gym-slim body. Only time she left home was for School but even that was no fun. She was in a small group of freinds, Three of which she was close too, but no. The other two were just there, tagging along, freinds with the others. All they seemed to do was bitch, argue, try to act cool despite them being near the bottom of the popular list. Hannah was most withdrawn from her group. She felt like she didn't quite fit. All her freinds were thin, covered in fake tan and perfectly applied make up. Hair down with Short black skirts and open button shirts. Hannah tended to stick with black smart trousers, a basic shirt fastned up with a tie and cardigan and her hair tied up. Everything she said made her feel like her 'freinds' thought she was annoying. They didn't understood her, never took her seriously or accepted the things she enjoyed.
With Everyday passing, day in, day out, nothing changed. Life at home was difficult but she didn't enjoy going out to hang about in the street with her freinds. Her freinds had new boyfreinds every other week, kissing and holding hands. A boy had never even looked at her. She kept asking herself - is something wrong with me? She loaned for love, to feel special. She was a dreamer. All she ever wanted from life; A house, A husband, Kids. Lots of them! She wanted someone who would love her back endlessly. And she planned to get it. Somehow, Someday.