This is a take on Phoebe's Life, as if it had been like any others! x
It was a cool crisp December evening, Phoebe stood outside the hall just looking across at the church. Music was booming from inside.
"Pheebs! C'mon it's nearly twelve! You will freeze out here!" Jake said as he pulled his little sister back inside the hall. Everyone was so happy, dancing to the music, not a care in the world, Phoebe looked over to her mum and dad; chatting happily to Giles and Nicola, her supposed 'auntie' and 'uncle' even though they were no relation to her family what so ever but still insisted on calling them 'Auntie Nicola' and 'Uncle Giles'.
'Auntie' Nicola was a thin, slender, fashionable woman who had just turned 40 the other week. Phoebe's mother was good friends with her, but it always pissed off Phoebe that just because 'Auntie' Nicola never managed to have a girl she insisted on holding hands with her when they walked down to the shops, by the time Phoebe was at the shops her hand was always really sweaty, usually her brother Jake or Nicola and Giles' sons Alan and Callum would come and save her but man if they didn't!
Giles was a fairly happy man, very jolly, loved his wife and children, But what pissed off Phoebe about him was how he thought Titanic was a bit 'old' for her when she had watched it weeks ago with him! How fucked up was that!
"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Great, it was another start to another boring year, actually, no, this year is going to be different, and I'm going to make it erm… less boring