Hey :) Okay so this is my first Fanfiction...well it's actually the first bit of writing that I've ever let anyone see. So please be generous with the replies. Good and bad are welcome. I really just want to improve my writing. So this is just a story that I've been thinking up for a while, it's based loosely on Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, which happens to be my favourite book. I have a few more chapters ready to go, so I'll upload them soon, and I'm always writing more so I'll try my best to update quickly(I anyone bothers to read this that is) I also just want to say that I'm from Ireland and sometimes we spell words a little differently from Americans (grey/gray, centre/center, realise/realize.) But I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. Anyway I hope you like it and please give me some feedback :)

Beep, beep.
No.
Beep, beep.
Please no.
Beep, beep.
Oh no.
Beep, beep.
"Fine, fine I'm up."
I hit the 'off' button on my ancient clock radio .It used to be my Dad's. Gran told me how excited he was when he first got for his 13th birthday, way back when, so I couldn't just let him throw it out. Now I wish I had .The excessive beeping noise seemed to bounce off all the walls in my small room and come back to me much louder than it should.
I let my head fall back onto the pillow. I could hear a plane high in the sky somewhere over-head and my Dad downstairs, whistling as he waited for the kettle to boil .I stared at the ceiling hoping I'd been idiotic enough to set my alarm for the wrong day but I was just fooling myself. I was going to have to get out of bed. I might as well just get it over with.
I swung the blanket off myself and let the cool air fall over me. When I stepped out of bed, I stretched and grimaced at the sound of my joints popping.
"That can't be good" I muttered to myself.
I walked over to the window and pulled back the heavy, purple curtains .I winced as the light flooded my room and hurt my eyes. When my eyes focused, I looked outside in disgust.
It was sunny .Ridiculously sunny .The grass was green, the sky was blue, the sun was bright and the clouds, there were very few, but, they white as ghosts and fluffy like candy floss. The guy from the house across the street was in his dressing gown, with a big smile plastered on his face, picking up his paper off the front step. There were two middle aged women jogging together on the pavement. As if they needed to, they both had perfect bodies. The milk man was down the street swapping full bottles of milk for empty ones .He was wearing shorts with a matching short sleeve shirt and a baseball hat. Even the birds were playing cheerfully in the sprinklers on our lawn. It was the perfect early autumn morning in suburbia. And it was making me sick! No matter what Dad said I would never get used to this "Happy Family" front, when really, the parents are separated and the kid is on crack. Today was a very "Happy Family" day. Everything outside was perfectly chipper. We were complete opposites. The world outside was elated and joyful .I was...not.
I walked over to the closet and grabbed the first outfit I could find that would look half-way decent. It was days like this I really missed having a uniform .At least when I had a uniform people couldn't give a label you 0.6 seconds after you walk into a room.
I turned on my iPod and speakers and put on a song with a fast beat to help me wake up. Once again I decided "Paramore" could do the job.
After I got dressed and did my hair, I went downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly realised I was the only one that had not been effected by the absurd bliss outside. I could almost feel it seeping under the door and covering everything in "peppiness". I'd only been in the room five seconds and my family were already bugging me.
"Good morning Sinèad*, did you sleep well?"
I was used to Emma, my Dad's wife, being bubbly all the time so this didn't bother me.
"Yeah I slept fine thanks"
"You want some breakfast?" Emma was already on the way to the fridge.
"No thanks. I'll just grab a-"
"Who's the tough guy now?"
I turned to see my Dad with Tobey, the coolest six year old around, in a headlock.
"Dad! Let go!" Tobey demanded, his brown eyes intense, as he tried to wriggle out of Dad's arms.
Tobey was scowling as he always was when he was being beaten. He was a sore loser, but that didn't stop him from challenging Dad every single day.
Dad let my half brother go and laughed as Tobey gasped for air. Why is he gasping it's not like Dad is actually hurting him?
When Dad turned back to the table, where his breakfast was waiting, Tobey decided to have another go at him. Tobey was seriously disturbed if he thought a tiny boy could beat an ex-Garda**.
Nevertheless Tobey still charged. He jumped onto Dads' back and wrapped his tiny arms around Dad's neck. The usual ruckus began, but I was busy eyeing Dads toast which had been left untouched and unprotected.
I turned around to ask Emma to pass it to me but the look on her face made the words get stuck somewhere in my throat. It looked like every feature on her petite face was smiling. Her mouth was stretched into a huge grin over her perfect white teeth. Her big brown eyes were glowing with pride and delight as she watched Dad and her son Tobey. She looked so happy that it made a small smile play around the edges of my mouth. It was really nice seeing her smile like that. It wasn't just her normal smile. This smile came somewhere from deep inside. Looking at her I got the feeling that sometimes people really did get everything they want out of life. Not too often I'd imagine.
I took the already buttered slice of toast off Dads plate, grabbed my bag and walked out the front door as his booming laughter filled every corner of the house.

Well, that's it. What did you think? Please, please tell me. Next chapter will be up very soon. If I get any reviews, that is. :D

P.S Sinéad is pronounced "Shin-aid" It's a pretty common Irish name. And a "Garda" is an Irish policeman.