Ugh! I am so pissed off, I don't even want to talk about it. Just, ugh! I guess I should start from the beginning. Stephanie (my ex-bff) was having a party. We're talking serious party of the year material. And the day of, I am about ready to get picked up by my friends when my parents decide that I can't go because they think this town is bad. I am like, uhh, fuck that shit! I want to go to the party! But, I reason that if they go to bed soon, I can sneak out just in time for my friends to pick me up before it's halfway over.
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I think they are going to bed soon, hah. And they don't even know what their little angel daughter is planning. My parents are like in love with me, they don't even think I'm the bad kid at all, just because I'm cunning and know how to blame it on my brother. It's not like he cares. He's only a little brat anyway, he can only be like, what, ten? No, I'm just kidding, he's 14. I, Claire Lyons, am currently 16 and a half. Hah, take that Todd! Enough of that, I quickly slip out of my shoes, prepared to sneak out. I maneuver myself down the stairs gracefully (HAH!) and I make one foot out the door before I hear a stomping noise on the steps and turn around to face my ogre of a brother.
"Todd, don't you dar--" Before I could finish that sentence my brother screeches (hah, puberty my ass) for Mom and Dad to come here because Claire is trying to run away. I shout a few cuss words at Todd, still not sure if I called him an asshat or not (Note to self: use that word more). So, I get in trouble for my foul language and for trying to sneak out. My parents said me to my room, a steady stream of curses escaping my lips, which once again reminds me I wasted some of my limited edition lip gloss! FUCK! Todd, oh younger brother dear, YOU ARE SO DEAD TO ME.
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It is currently three o'clock in the morning, and I just snuck outside into the car garage picking out my dad's favorite shiny car, I keyed it making sure to imitate Todd's handwriting perfectly when I wrote, "Todd rules, fool!". Ah, life is good.
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Okay, so this is a week later, but it's cool, it's cool. I am currently writing this from my plane, three more hours to New York, wooh! Okay, hah, I'll explain. My parents saw my masterpiece, I am so proud of it!, and THEY TOTALLY FLIPPED THEIR SHIT. Dude it was hilarious. Judi (my mom) has always hated LA, so she used this as a perfect example of how bad this city was! Influencing her babies like that! So my parents decided to haul ass to Westchester, Winchester, where ever because apparently a family friend lives their. Some family friend, I don't know who he is. It's only me on the plane because Judi thinks that my brother should be in LA for a little longer, doing some community service on the highways, like the real delinquent he is. They'll be joining me a week later, or so. it'll be the day I start school then. Todd would be flying with me while my parents go over something with other people, blah, but he has to stay behind because of my genius plans. Heh. They said they'd be scheduled to arrive just in time for me to leave. A little jet lagged but for the most part okay. I am apparently supposed to meet Massie, the guys daughter. Bah, I bet she's stuck up.
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School starts for me tomorrow. It's kind of sad making (I've been reading Uglies lately, guilty!) to know I'll have to start all over again. So I'm living in this hotel till the 'rents get here, then we'll move into this friend's guest house (ew.) for awhile before we can afford a place of our own. Lemme tell ya, this hotel is pretty much the life of luxury, it's completely 100% fabulous. Wait! Dude! School is tomorrow?! Shit, I have to go shopping!
That's always fun, right?
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I totally just owned the shit out of that mall. I am quite pleased with my findings. Lots of black, very slimming! Very cute things, I went to a lot of new places we didn't have in my town, it was cool seeing the new stores. Dude! It's already 11:30? Shit! I have to get to bed or else I'll be, like, way tired for school (insert groan here) tomorrow. Peace out freedom, hello school!
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Just before I left I decided to check my cell phone. What do you know, a voice mail!
"Claire! Claire, it's me, Miranda, your parent's driver! Listen, there was an accident! There was some ice on the road where we were at and there was a semi," -heavy breathing here- "it...it's terrible. There's a jet your parents own being sent your way, along with a new driver." There was silence here. "Claire, they don't think he's going to make it."
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
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Trying my hand at serious stories, the main character is obviously Claire, heh. She's my favorite, but there will be other characters. Massie, Alicia, Dylan, Kristen, Josh, Cam, and a Derrington is doubtful. Maybe pairings, maybe not, I haven't decided yet. So, who should be Claire's friend, Alicia or Dylan? Just out of curiosity, if enough people want one person that works for me, if not, I'll pick. I plan to update soon enough, I've got the whole idea in my head. Sorry this chapter was so short, hah.