(Set in season 5)
The sound of my alarm on my phone going off woke me from my deep sleep. Ugh. Monday. It's 5:45 which is the time I normally get up for school, depending on how nice I want to look or how little I care. I passed out early last night, around 9 maybe, so getting up today is not such a struggle. I pushed the covers off of me and then walked towards the door but turned back around; if I don't make this bed, grandma will lecture me. I half-ass made the bed and stopped to look in the full-body mirror. Hm. My hair doesn't look as crazy as expected. I turned sideways and examined my body. My squats are paying off, I thought as I admired the slight but noticeable difference in the size and shape of my butt in my yoga shorts. I'm a dancer so I'm already very fit, but my butt is small. Well enough with that. I headed for the kitchen and as I was rummaging through the pantry, grandma walked in wearing her plaid robe, "Morning" she said. "Good morning," I smiled.
Grandma is one of my very best friends and I love her to death. She has never left my side like my mom did two years ago, and I know she never will. She was always more of a mother to me than my own, and I am okay with that, but it still hurts. When my father and Tara were my age, they fell in love. A couple years later, they split for a few weeks, and in that time my dad managed to knock someone up. Tara was furious but she took him back. She loved him more than anyone and still does. My mother, Ashton, decided to have me and my father agreed to be there and support her, but they both agreed on seeing other people. After all, it wasn't love. Just an easy fuck. That's why I'm here. Haha. A couple weeks before I was born, when dad and Tara were 19, Tara left him and never came back until a few years ago, just before my mother stopped coming around every once in a blue moon and trying to contact me. My mom and I were never very close, but she would see me a few times a year and buy me stuff; her way of trying to "make it up" to me. Tara is the mother of my baby brother Thomas and has been around since Abel, my other brother, was born so she is pretty much his mother as well. She, like grandma, is a mother to me. I call her by her name but she has been great to me. It took me some time to get used to her and forgive her for hurting my dad, but she makes him happy and that is enough for me.
"Are you hungry?" grandma asked as she made coffee. "Ehh, I'm not sure. A little," I replied. "Oh, nonsense. You need to eat every morning, child" she said in return. She started cooking as I headed to the bathroom to pee and fix myself up. I peed, brushed my teeth, and washed, moisturized, and primed my face. I love makeup. I just think it's so cool all the things that can be done with it. Don't get it twisted though; I am confident and able to go out in public bare-faced.
I applied my foundation and concealer, set it with powder, contoured and added blush and then primed my eyes. I decided just to apply a neutral shadow to my lid and do a simple winged eyeliner look. I curled my lashes and applied mascara. Today I'm just going to put my dark brown, wavy hair, I inherited it from my mother, in a messy bun. I think I'm going to wear a dark lip today but I haven't eaten yet so I will just take it with me.
I can smell the food, and boy, does it smell good. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate, but grandma already had one made up for me, "Thanks, grandma. It looks and smells amazing," I say as I sit down. "Sure thing, Syd," she responds. I finished eating my French toast, eggs, bacon, and drank down some orange juice just as dad walked in the kitchen wearing black pajamas/sweat pants. "Good morning, dad" I said as I rinsed my plate off in the sink. He grabbed a plate and started loading it with food, "Morning, baby."
Dad and I are very close. It was sometimes hard growing up without a mother of my own, but dad has always managed to take care of me and make sure I have everything I need. Thankfully, Tara and grandma were around when I started my period and began going through puberty, but dad and I are so close that it may not have been as weird as it is for other girls and their fathers.
Oh, and the reason we are living with my grandma is because, as much as I hate it, dad and Tara are planning on getting out of Charming as soon as possible. I know we will still be here for a great while because dad is president of the club now and still has so much to take care of before he can get up and leave it behind. I grew up here and with the club; it's my family and I love all of the members. Things have been very tense between my grandma and dad and Tara, but it is starting to ease out a bit. I know my grandma has made some bad decisions lately and I was pissed about the car accident, but I love her and don't want to see her alone and upset.
I went into the spare bedroom that I share with Abel, whom is still sound asleep, to pick out something to wear. I decided on some highwaisted blue jean shorts, a black tank top, and a black and red oversized flannel. I grabbed a bra and a different pair of panties and quickly turned my back to Abel to change. He is still young, but last week when I thought he was asleep, I changed and he saw me completely naked. He never said anything, and later that night while we were all eating dinner (even dad was home) he decided to tell everyone what he saw. His exact words were "sis has boobies like mommy." Tara does not have very large boobs, but hers are a little bigger than mine, "what boobs?" dad responded. He, grandma, and Tara thought it was hilarious. Which, it was funny, but not a knee-slapper or anything. Not to me at least. "Ha-ha," is what I had said, and Abel said, "no, daddy, I saw them! It was like the ones in the book Tig has!" By book I knew he meant magazine, "Thanks for calling me hot, bub. Model material," I responded jokingly flipping my hair, trying not to show the little embarrassment I felt. "That's right, baby" grandma said, and Tara nodded in agreement while teasing, "Oh, what's wrong, Jax? Worried about keeping the boys away?" "I'll kill them" was all he said and us girls laughed. We knew he wasn't exactly joking though. It was funny but slightly embarrassing, even for me. I don't know, I guess you just had to be there.
I grabbed some no-show socks and put on my black Chuck Taylors. Perfect. Just need to apply my lipstick and I'll be good to go.
I always get a ride to school, but sometimes I walk home. It depends on how dad and the club feels about it. I do not get to see Grandpa Clay too much anymore, but sometimes he takes me to school, like today. Dad, Tara, and even grandma hate it so much. But, he's the only grandfather I've ever had and he's never done wrong to me personally.
Grandpa will be here any minute so I say bye to everyone. Abel, Tara and even Thomas are awake now and in the kitchen eating, while dad is about to leave for the club house so he and the boys can "take care of something." I hate it. I worry so much about them these days. "Bye, guys. Have a good day. I love you." I got a response from everyone except Thomas, but I went over to him to kiss his head. "Clay's outside, Syd" dad said, so I grabbed my bag from one of the dining room chairs, "When will you be home tonight?" Shit. I sounded worried. I can't hide or help it though. "You'll see me before you go to bed, babe. Don't worry" he said as he brought me into a hug. I hugged him back and breathed in his scent. Believe it or not, I got him and grandma to quit smoking. It took much persistence and resulted in yelling and crying (mostly me but grandma as well), but they both agreed to give it up for me. The house is smoke free, cleaned from top to bottom. I am so happy and proud of them, and have been trying with grandpa and the other members, but no such luck.
"I love you, daddy." He smiled as he leaned down to kiss my head, "I love you more, baby."
Okay, so I know that I changed it, but I saw that I wasn't really going anywhere with my first two chapters. I kept some of my main points and funny parts, but I am satisfied now. Please read and review and let me know what I can do to improve! This is my very first story!
