Hey guys. Hope you like this one. It's the longest one I have EVER written. In the beginning i have the character descriptions, and then the beggining of the story. Don't worry, it call comes together soon.
Disclaimer: If i owned this i wouldnt be here.
Chloe Samantha Mathers
Age: 17
Nickname: Chlo
Description: Straight dark brown hair with gray blue eyes. She's slender, about 115 lbs and is about 5'6".
Chelsea Marie Mathers
Age: 15
Nickname: Chels, Eminem, MC/CM
Description: shoulder length curly dark brown hair with sapphire dark blue/green/gray eyes. Slender, weighing about 104 lbs and about 5'5"
Caitlyn Alexandra Mathers
Age: 14
Nickname: Cate, CAM
Description: Just above elbow length dark brown extra specially curly hair with gorgeous green eyes. Slender, about 100 lbs and about 5'2"
Christina Kathleen Mathers
Age: 12
Nicknames: Chrissy, Tina, Cat, Chris, Christy, Munchkin
Description: Shoulder-length light brown hair and hazel eyes. Slender, about 80 lbs and about 4'8"
"NO! PLEASE NO!" 12-year-old Christina Mathers woke up, screaming. In an instant her three older sisters came running into her room. She sobbed, the terror of the nightmare still lingering in her mind.
"Shh," she heard someone whisper in her ear. "It's going to be ok Christy." She continued to sob as someone's gentle hands hugged her, rocking her back and forth slowly. Soft hands gently rubbed her back. She was handed a glass of water, and looked up to thank the person that gave it to her. It was her 14-year-old sister Caitlyn.
"Thanks Cate." Christy said, before taking a sip of the cool water from her bathroom sink. Chelsea, her 15-year-old sister, released her from her hug, and said,
"You ok Munchkin?" Christy nodded slowly, still unsure herself. It was Christy's 17-year-old sister who had been rubbing her back softly. Now Chloe asked,
"What happened?"
"She had a nightmare, d'uh!" said Chelsea, rolling her eyes at her older sister's stupid question. Chloe sneered at Chelsea and said,
"I meant, what happened in your dream?" Christy bit her bottom lip. She didn't want to talk about it, she never wanted to talk about it. It was the most frightening moment of her life.
"Maybe we should do this in the morning." said Chelsea quickly. She dragged Chloe off the bed with one hand and pushed Caitlyn out of the room with the other. As she closed the door, and turned and said,
"G'Night Munchkin." Christy smiled sadly and said,
"Night Chels. And thanks." Chelsea shrugged indifferently and said,
"Hey, what are sisters for?" and closed the door.
When Chelsea finally got Caitlyn and Chloe back to their rooms, it was nearly 5 in the morning. She sighed as she closed her door, and thumped over to her bed in her pajamas. She had on a white spaghetti strap shirt and baggy black silk pants. Chelsea's blue green gray eyes scanned her room.
When you walked into her room, her big queen-sized bed was on the left hand wall. Next to it was the door to her bathroom. On the right of it was her night table. The window, (which was on the wall adjacent to the one with the door to the hallway) was open, and a gentle San Francisco breeze blew through her room, causing her curly dark brown hair to whip around her. She closed her eyes and smiled. It felt good. On the wall on the right was her walk-in-closet, her dresser, and her desk, which held her laptop and a lamp. On the bedroom's door wall was a big lamp, with the TV and a bookcase. A chair sat near the two. It was all bathed in a dark, rich purple and a light blue. Blue was her first favorite color, but when Chelsea's mother had redone her room, there had been an entire purple set of sheets, with gentle blue highlights worked in, so purple became the theme of the room, with blue accents. Now that her mother had died, she didn't have the heart to change it, and when she and her father and her sisters had moved to San Francisco she had requested the room be painted dark purple. Then she had come in and sponge painted blue and a lighter blue, and a light sea green into the purple, a fo finish Chelsea had saw in her friend Kayla's room.
Chelsea walked over to her dresser, and flicked on her radio, turning it on low. The music slowly ran through her room with the breeze. With a sigh, Chelsea flung herself onto her bed, and stared up at the blue and purple curtain-canopy her mother had made for her. It was hooked at the ceiling, and then flowed gently down until it reached the height of the four posts on her bed. Then it split and followed them down to the floor, tied to the posts with dark purple rope.
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like some how you just don't belong,
And no one understands you.
Tomorrow's my first day of school. Well, actually, today. Chelsea thought, looking at her watch. Should I go back to sleep, or do I go downstairs and make breakfast? Chelsea finally decided on the latter. She stripped her clothes and got into the shower, allowing the warm water to wake her. She loved water, she never knew why. But water was calming to her; the ocean, the pool, a pond, the shower, the sink, water made her feel calm.
No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what's like
To be like me...
She got out of the shower, and put on her blue plush robe. Tying it at the waist Chelsea walked over to her vanity that sat on the wall next to her window. She ran the brush through her curls, but they just jumped right back into curls. She pursed her lips in the mirror and looked, wondering if she straighten her hair or leave it curly. Chelsea was brought out of her thoughts though, when there was a soft knock at her door.
To be hurt,
To feel lost,
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked, when your down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down,
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like...
Welcome to My Life...
"Come in." she called softly, and watched through the mirror as Chloe entered the room. She plunked down on her stomach on Chelsea's bed and asked,
"So, what do you make of Christy's dream?" Chelsea turned around, shrugging.
"I don't know. I think she'll tell us when she's ready though." Chloe sighed at her younger sister and said,
"You put too much faith in her Chels. She's only 12."
"And you don't put enough! How would you have liked it if you were 12 and had three older sisters down your throat every time you had something as little as a nightmare?!"
"You and Christy were the only ones there when mom died, and you never tell us anything!" Chloe protested.
"Christy was three! She probably doesn't even remember it!" Chelsea said outraged.
"But you were six! You remember it Chelsea Marie I know you do! You won't admit it, and you won't tell anyone, but you remember it! Why won't you tell Cait and I what happened?" Chloe pleaded.
"How do you know I remember Chloe, how!?" Chelsea asked, her blue green gray eyes flashing in anger.
"Because I know you Chelsea! You have the memory of an elephant! An besides, why else would you get so upset when I mention it? I hear you thrashing about at night Chels! I hear you, and so does Caitlyn! You mutter things! I know you have nightmares about it and I know that that was Christy's nightmare tonight! And I know you know it and that's why you wouldn't let us stay with her!" Chloe narrowed her gray eyes and glared at her sister, who glared right back.
"Your fighting seeps through the walls you know." said a voice at the door. It was Caitlyn. She came and laid down next to her oldest sister, looking at the both of them.
"Look, it's the first day at a new school, emotions are running high, tempers are on the last straw considering that we've been up since 3 this morning. So, lets just call a truce and get ready for school. Hmm?" she looked at them both with a raised eyebrow. Rolling their eyes they shook hands and Chelsea said,
"So. You're first day as a freshman at San Francisco High."
"My first day as a freshman anywhere. And I know no one!"
"Ok, so totally not true! Who are we, like chopped liver?" said Chloe.
"You don't count, you're my sisters! You guys are upperclassmen, you don't have to start back at the bottom of the pole. I do, and I have no friends. This day is going to suck." Chelsea and Chloe laughed as Caitlyn rolled over and sighed.
"It'll be ok. We'll help you. What are you wearing?" asked Chelsea, still laughing. Caitlyn shot up with a gasp.
"Oh my god! I don't know! I don't have any good clothes!" she babbled on, panicking, and the sisters laughed again at her.
"It's ok. Come on, lets go raid my closet." Chloe and Chelsea draped an arm around her and steered her towards Chelsea's walk in closet.
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