well this is my first fan fiction. i've put this on here befor but i removed it due to the fact that it was really screwed up. this is a story that was inspired by twilight. but i own all those characters in the story. please review, i don't mind if its good or bad i would like your input on my story. if you like it i will post more up. and if you dont then i will stop the story.
"Kaycee are you coming? You're going to be late for the plane." Scott yelled from down stairs.
"Yeah, just give me a couple more seconds. Okay?!" He really started to piss me off.
I really wish that when they would have given me a choice, I would have chosen someone else like Matt. When my parents died in the car accident, eight years ago, it was really hard. I chose Scott because I thought he would be the best choice well it really wasn't up to me at the time. It was up to Judge Joe. He didn't want me to have to change schools in the middle of the school year. So the decision was made. So now that I'm sixteen I've chosen to move with Matt, my god father.
He was only twenty at the time my parents, Lilly, and Patrik, chose him to be my godfather, well he actually only been like an older brother to me. My parents chose him to be my godfather when I was six. He's thirty now. Well he's letting me stay with him. He knows that I have a few things to fix about myself.
In the last six months I've gotten myself into a few tussles. And gone to a few parties, (well I don't hold my liquor very well.) Scott told me that if I ever got wasted or used drugs again in his house that he would send me to juvie. Well that's one place I don't want to go.
"Let's go! NOW!" Scott yelled again this time from out side my bed room door.
"Calm down I'll be out when I'm ready. Why don't you just go get lost in your game." I yelled while turning the cold silver lock on my door for the last time. "Jerk!" I thought I had mumbled so low that he couldn't hear me. Well I was wrong, and it was a big mistake to think.
"What was that you just said?" he ordered for me to tell him.
"I said that I would be down in a minute. What did you think I said?" it was easy to hear how thick the skepticism in my voice was.
"I don't think any thing, I –" I cut him off before he could continue.
"That's right you don't think you just slide by." I said with the deepest acid I could grasp at the moment.
"Well you and I are going to have a little talk on the way to the airport!" Scott said with the tension rage leaking into his voice. "Now get your faerie red head down these stairs or I'll come in there and barge threw the door and drag your butt to the car."
"Fine, I'm coming!" I stomped towards the stairs. You could almost see the fumes coming off the top off my head.
I paused right at the door of the bathroom. I stepped into the bathroom, to look into the mirror. I wanted to look nice for when I saw Matt. It's been three years since I saw him last. I saw myself for. I almost didn't recognize myself. It's been a long time since I really looked at myself. I didn't remember all the piercing that I have, twelve, in each ear. One in my nose, both eyebrows had multi colored gagged hoops, snake bites. My most recent was my tongue ring, a sixteen gage bar with a dark winged faerie on a blood red ball.
I was shocked to see that my hair was matted. I grabbed my brush from my bag off my hip. I yanked it threw about four dozen times. I ended up pulling about half a dozen stands of faerie red hair out of my brush. I looked at my eyes, looking only at what was left of my black eye, from my fight last week. Then looking at my ice blue eyes with the black that jut looks like it bleeds into the blue.
"Okay, do I have everything?" I asked myself out loud.
"I think I do?! Well let's go face Scott, and get this over with!" I sighed and started walking again towards the stairs. Finally I see Scott at the base of the stairs. He had started pacing back and fourth. He's fuming "SHIT!" I thought to myself. Two hours in the car with that. It's going to be hell. "HELP!" I thought to myself.
"Well are you ready for that talk, now?" he had a strained tone.
"No! But go ahead!" I waited for him to do his worst.
