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She's Going to Fix Her Heart and Make it Bullet Proof
Chapter One.
Don't own THG or the title, which is actually part of the lyrics to the song 'Broken Arrow' by mine (and Talia's) favourite band The Script. It'd long, I know, but it just describes Talia's past so chapter also contains phrases from some of their songs, which also aint mine. Can you spot them?;).I really need to stop writing new stuff. This is an experiment. Review, follow, favourite, make me smile.
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I curl up on my bed, plug my head phones in and turn my favourite band, The Script, up deafeningly loud. Talia's mood today: fuck the world, literally. Ever since he left me, it's like I can't focus on anything, even though that was months ago. I still wear the scars like it was yesterday. God I'm pathetic.
"Talia, are you done packing yet?" My mum, Katniss, shouts up the stairs, sounding pretty calm for once. I barely hear her, and as I'm in such a bad mood, I roll my eyes. She never trusts me to do anything, despite me being sixteen in less than a month.
"Yeah" I scream back, because in less than an hour, we're leaving to fly to Australia to stay with some of Mum and Dad's friends, who they met when they were all on the television series 'The Hunger Games'. We haven't seen for a few years, which would make sense, because unlike my parents, they are both still extremely famous and star in pretty much every movie you can name.
They've got a son and daughter both my age, Finn, who follows in his fathers footsteps, and Grace, mum seems over enthusiastic about me getting to know both of them. By the time the holiday's over, I'm almost certain I will be so sick of knowing them that I will run halway across the globe to get back home.
They own a huge, beautiful beach front mansion as they just so happen to be stinking rich, and three months of spare time to have us to stay. I'm excited because yeah, it's going to be hot, unlike England here, but other than that? It's going to be possibly the worst summer ever. I sigh.
I vaguely make out the door bell ringing downstairs, I'm so engrossed in my own little fantasy that when my best friend, Liv, appears at my bedroom door and decides to scream down my ear and I don't see her, I fall off my bed in shock. She laughs hysterically, rolling on the floor and clutching her stomach. Even though I don't want to, she manages a giggle out of me too. She can always raise my mood, by being totally and utterly ridiculous.
Oh yeah, Liv is coming to Australia too, which I am glad of, because three whole months of family time with my parents and younger brother, Riley, isn't my exact definition of fun. Liv seems pretty excited, she's running around and screaming FYI, which seems strange because twenty-four full hours on a cramped plane from the UK to Australia isn't exactly what I call whoooppaaadeeedooo amazing.
"OMG Tal" She starts, Tal is what she calls me. Totally cringey? I agree. Please tell her that, I'm constantly trying to convince her.
I pull my headphones out of my ears, because she gets annoyed when I don't listen to her, even though she can't exactly listen to me either, and she doesn't approve of my music addiction. "I'm sooo excited!" She screams. Liv is the girly girl type, fashion, boys, makeup… your typical kind of girl, if you were the stereotypical type. I suppose I'm girly too, even though I'm not that into fashion, I'm just not the kind of girl who cries if I break a nail, and since him, I've locked anything to do with boys out of my mind.
"Yeah me too" I lie, not wanting to ruin her mood by sounding depressed. I'll just try to keep my head high for all I'm worth. Anyway, when Liv is in a bad mood, you should just kill yourself. *safety warning, please do not try this at home*. "How many bags did you bring this time?" I laugh, Liv has a tendency of packing the world and his wife into her suitcase. Wait, is that even the right thing to say? Never mind.
She is petite, with long, bleached blonde hair, it's fake, but I would still die to have it. My hairs dark brown and wavy like my mothers, and rather dull and boring if you ask me, not that I care too much. I'm tall and curvy too, unlike Liv, even though she hates it when I say this.
"Not too many… can I see what you packed?" She smiles subtly. Oh great, this is where she goes through my bag and replaces all of my comfortable stuff with some slutty things which you can't even call clothes. I grumble, about to snap at her but shut my mouth. I fall back onto my bed and close my eyes. I barely slept last night, images of him and her kept flickering through my mind. Am I losing it? Am I falling to pieces?
"EEEEW, what's this?" Liv shrieks, holding up the black one piece swim suit I thought was suitable. I growl, obviously Liv does not approve.
"It's comfy!" I shout back, sometimes I wish she'd just let me be me. I'm too tired to object, so when she replaces it with a skimpy, frilly, red bikini, I barely bat an eye lid. I'll regret it later. Then again, maybe I do need to get some self confidence back. Ironic how parading me around practically nude is not going to achieve this.
"Couldn't you have gone a little more subtle?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "Do I look like a frilly kind of girl to you?" I laugh.
"You're lucky! Red ALWAYS suits darks! It will make a lovely contrast to your eyes and everything... It just makes me look fat and pale. Well, we are going to tan but...This one time, I wore this red dress for a party and it was so nice, but when I..." She rambles on, but when she starts talking like this, I kinda zone out. Maybe it's best if you do to.
"Why do you want me to look good anyway?" I ask out of curiosity. Is it because she's embarrassed to be seen with me or something? Am I THAT bad?
"Erm, do you not remember how hot Finn is?" She giggles. "And he's freaking famous! there will probably be tons of paparazzi!" Oh yes, Finn. I remember a time when he and his parents stayed at ours about two or three years ago. Liv slept over at mine and all she did was stare at him, that was all she did, literally. He got just a little freaked out. As for the paparazzi, a many of them come near me I will knock their teeth out.
No, I don't really remember how hot Finn was, because as the immature twelve-year-old I was when they last visited, all I really cared about was if boys could beat me on Fifa, and if I remember correctly, Finn couldnt. I'll make sure I tease him about that one, and even if he is hot now? Why does it matter? All boys are the same, all absolute pricks.
After a good ten minutes of Liv replacing my clothes with hers, making occasional critical comments and rambling on to me about how much she hates pretty much every girl in our grade, we head downstairs.
Riley, my thirteen-year-old younger brother is playing on the Xbox, and I can't explain how much I want to join him. Riley doesn't communicate with the rest of the world much, as in his family, so when I see him looking up when me and Liv walk by, I almost give him a certificate of achievement. Is this for real? Then, I follow his gaze and see it lands right on Liv's butt. Ah, there's the catch.
We walk out the door, our heavy cases in hand. Mum and Dad are packing up the car with all of our stuff. Three months worth of clothes? Are we even going to be able to breathe inside the car?
"Hey Mrs M!" Liv says casually. Mum and Liv get on really well, in fact I'm almost jealous of their easy-going relationship. They're total opposites, but they both love clothes. Apparently, Mum used to design them when she was my age, and Liv's fascinated by this. Not me though, I've always been a daddy's girl.
"Hey Prin" My father, Peeta, starts. That's what he calls me. "Can you call Riley? We're going to head to the airport" He smiles, his mesmerizing blue eyes sparkling. We share that quality. I nod in reply, screaming through to Riley who quickly arrives at the car. Dad laughs, "I could have done that!" I roll my eyes at him playfully, and he prods me back.
We all hop in, Riley trying desperately to chat Liv up, who is playing hard to get. There's an occasional time when she'll lead him on and then BAM, she aint interested. I have to admit, she's good. Then there's Dad, who's singing along terribly to some old folk music, Mum next to him pretending to strum a guitar. Old people are so embarrassing.
Then there's me. Sitting there quietly by myself, trying to sort my feelings out. Mum said I should write a song about my feelings, but when I try to, I just can't find the words. I know I don't love my ex boyfriend, Jack, even though he shattered my heart into millions of pieces, but there is something about him that I just can't forget.
This time, I'm going to fix my heart and make it bullet proof. No boy will be able to steal my heart and crush it again like he did. Oh if only I knew back then.
I sigh. Australia, here we come.
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I'll be honest, I did this in less than an hour. It's just an experiment really, so if I get reviews then I will continue. Always wanted to write one like this, so I hope you liked it!