Hey everybody! So, this is my first story here on FanFiction, but I have been reading stories on here for a long time. I have been writing stories on YouTube though for over four years. If you want to check that out, my username is WWERocks620. This story is going to uploaded to YouTube as well as FanFiction. Well, I hope you guys enjoy. DON'T BE TOO BRUTAL! ;D
FIX A HEART / Chapter 1
~ Cat's POV ~
I quickly opened my eyes and sat up in bed. I looked around. Pink walls, pink desk, pink Pear laptop, pink side table, pink Clap-On lamp, pink bed, pink sheets, pink comforter, PINK EVERTHING. If it wasn't pink it was white. Looks just like my room back in Chicago.
Then there is corner of my room by my desk is reserved for my 51 stuffed animals. I keep my favorite purple giraffe on my bed though.
Wait! I just won another one last night in a claw machine.
52 stuffed animals.
Pink is supposed represent happiness. White and stuffed animals are supposed to be innocence. I am not happy though. I just pretend. And I hold tightly to my innocence because that's all I have. I'm a five year old girl trapped inside a sixteen year old girl's body.
My mom yelled up to my room, "Caterina, get your ass up NOW! If your not done in fifteen minutes I swear I will come and beat your scrawny ass. You'll be walking it to school on the first."
She tells me that every morning and means it. A few months ago, when we were still Chicago, I accidentally took sixteen minutes ago and I was forced to walk 5 miles to school, in the pouring rain, with bruises all over.
I miss my dad. I was a daddy's girl growing up. When I was eight though, he was found dead in my parents' bedroom. Nobody knows what happened to him. We don't know if he killed himself, if it was an accident or if he was murdered.
I quickly jumped in the shower. It took five minutes. The hot water felt so nice on the welts on my back. My mom got drunk a few nights ago and gave me these for reading in bed with the light on at eleven o'clock at night. If you couldn't guess, she is an alcoholic.
I ran to my room and quickly got changed. I put on my favorite for my first day at Hollywood Arts. I was wearing a long-sleeved, light pink shirt that said "Oh La La!" with a dark pink skirt and thin black belt. I wore light pink, boot-type lace-up heels. I had a dark pink headband with a big bow on it in my curled hair. For my jewelry, I am wearing white pearl stud earrings, a long three-stranded pink pearls necklace with a pink bow on it, a thick bangle covered in pink flowers on my left hand with a white wristband that says "FREE" in rainbow colors and a white pearl bracelet with a diamond bead on my right hand with the same wristband that says "HUGS".
So, I auditioned for Hollywood Arts last week. I had to beg them to let me have an audition this far into the year. After my audition, they said they would put me though immediately since the year was already half way through. I guess they liked me! I sang "If I Ain't Got You" by Alicia Keys. I really put everything I had into this audition because I wanted to go so, so bad. The only time I feel remotely happy is when I perform.
I finished just before my fifteen minutes were up. My mom gave me a death glare for that. We quickly got into the car and drove to school in silence. Once we pulled up, she grabbed my shoulder and said, "You be home by 5:00 Pm. School gets out at 2:00 PM, so that gives you three hours to do whatever the hell you want. And I will not be picking you up. You'll have to find some way home every day. If you're not home by 5:00 PM sharp, you will get your ass beat. Understood, bitch?"
I shook me head and responded, "Yes."
She smiled deviously, "Good. Now, get the fuck out my car. I've got a date in an hour."
I got out of the car. She drove away so fast that the tires screeched and left smoke. It was 7:30 AM. That gave me thirty minutes to get my schedule and tour the school for myself. I look around the large campus. It was so colorful, bright and beautiful. Everybody was smiling, laughing, dancing, singing and practicing.
I stumbled upon this place called Asphalt Café. It's where the kids at Hollywood Arts have lunch and even breakfast if their early. I saw a group of kids sitting at a table right in the center. Most of them were eating breakfast except for one person. This guy was sitting on the top of the table, playing his guitar as his friends listened and ate. He was tall and muscular. He had longish, dark hair. The kind you want run your hands though all day long. He had naturally tan skin. I couldn't see his eyes though because he was looking down at his guitar.
After staring at him for a minute, he finally looked up. He had gorgeous, dark brown eyes. Only thing was that when he looked up at me, he caught me staring at him.
Great! Now he thinks I am a creep. Awesome way to start your first day Hollywood Arts, Cat Valentine.
SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS! HOPE YOU ENJOYED! ~ XOXO Gina :) x3
