A.N. My apologies for my absence, I've got carried away with University and other such things. I've gone over all my stories and decided that they no longer work as well as I want them to, and so I'm going to rework and rewrite them all. I started with 'You Rewrote My Future' as it is the most popular by far. I have deleted all the other chapters temporarily, but they should be back up and better than ever in the next few weeks.
For those who haven't read this before, and even for those who have, please enjoy!
Sometimes I sit and wonder if there is such a thing as destiny, or fate. That the major things that happen in your life are 'meant to be' and that 'everything happens for a reason'. Now to be honest, I'm not a fan of the whole 'everything happens for a reason' idea – but then again I'm not really a fan of coincidence either.
So why sit here and worry about whether fate exists, or whether life is just coincidence? This may be slightly morbid of me, but it's to do with my parents death. I mean, if it was fate, well...I guess there was a reason they had to die. To whoever controls fate, I hope it was a bloody good one. But if everything is just coincidence, then they just died. No reason. Literally, just because they could. And that doesn't sit all that well with me.
And then there is the issue of me. To clarify, my parents died when I was 8. Out of grief, apparently, I passed out one day when I visited their graves (This is the general assumption, anyway, seeing as I was found in a graveyard), woke up and remembered nothing about myself. It was some kind of psychological defence mechanism to prevent the pain. I'm 18 now, with 8 years of my life missing, and no idea who I really am.
Don't get me wrong, I know who I am now. I'm not some kind of vapid girl with a low self esteem and a tendency to follow all the trends. But is the person I am, without all those memories, the same person I would have been if I still had them?
For some reason I had visited their graves alone, and no-one knew who I was. I went through the rigma-role of social services in which the little that was known of me was convieniently lost amongst the piles of paperwork. And so I came out the other end to be adopted by a well-to-do family in the south-west of England.
This family was the Corellis.
They already had 4 sons – 2 sets of fraternal twins, can you believe it. Apparently, the mother wanted one more child, a girl, but somehow couldn't conceive anymore. The elder twins were wary of me, the younger ones happy to have a new play mate, being only a year older than me. And they really did become my family, because I knew no other.
Mrs Corelli was the mother that fussed over my clothes, my hair, and to her disappointment, my un-girliness. Mr Corelli was the father, nurturing with a sarcastic edge that lead to me spending days on end in his library with him. The elder twins were James and Mathew. James was kind and caring – the sweetest older brother. Matthew was more like Mr Corelli, with a quick tongue and a propensity to be slightly over-protective. The younger twins were lively, with Jason being the more dominant between him and Kyle. Born to be trouble, those two were.
I could not have asked for a better family. I had nothing from my past, except a surname that was found stitched into the collar of my coat. I was welcomed with open arms, accepted and allowed to keep that one memento – Bennette. And so I was rechristened as Lauren Yvaine Bennette Corelli. And I couldn't be happier.
But sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder. Who was I? What was my name? Does anyone, anywhere, miss me, even slightly? And if none of this had happened, what would I have been? Where would I have been...what would...
"WREEENNN…where is that girl when you need her…LAUREN YVAINE BENNETTE CORELLI"
I winced as I heard my mother stampeding through the wilderness we called a garden. My thoughts disturbed, I gave a sigh before lightly dropping out of the tree I had previously been sitting in. With deft steps I sauntered into her view, scuffed shoes, tangled hair, grass stained jeans and all.
My mother stopped up short.
"Wren, where have you been? And for G-d's sake, what have you been doing? Did you forget that we are leaving for London today?"
I tried my very best not to smirk at my mother's predictable tirade. I do love her, honestly, but she is a little on the shallow side and obsessed with appearance. She gave an overly dramatic sigh before continuing, knowing that she wasn't going to get much out of me.
"I've packed for you, but we need to buy you a dress! Aren't you looking forward to tomorrow evening?"
I zoned out. It was all I'd been hearing for the last couple of weeks. Let me explain. My 4 older brothers all go to uni in London. Tomorrow night is the last night of term, and all the students and their families attend a massive cocktail party. A few boring speeches, and prizes, then all the adults leave, and the kids party to the early hours. My mother has been planning to send me since my 2 elder brothers started uni – but I was too young. Now I'm 18, and she's obliviously happy about it.
My Father grinned wryly at me as I clambered into the back seat of the car, laughing as I rolled my eyes at my mother's exuberant chatter. I made no hesitation to put in my earphones and unsuccessfully try to block out my mother's chatter.
The car ride was uneventful. We arrived just after lunch, and I was immediately dragged dress shopping. Oxford Street, Knightsbridge, we did them all. I shan't bore you with the details of my mother's critiques on each dress I tried on, because they generally ended up being a critique on me.
After many tedious hours in and out of dressing rooms, I had a green silk strapless dress. Even though I generally hate dresses, I have to say that this one wasn't too bad.. It shimmered with many shades of green, and with silver threads that caught the light. It complemented my skin tone, and brought out my eyes, or at least that's what Mother said.
As a 5 foot 3 girl, I'm not particularly concerned with my appearance. The first thing anyone will say is that I'm 'short', or if they're feeling generous, 'petite'. I'd like to think I'm not vain, but I will admit I have some good features. Long lashes frame my bright green eyes. My skin is pale, with a light dusting of freckles over my nose. I'm slim, but I do have curves. I could be quite the girl if I wanted to, however that really isn't on my agenda.
Once we got to the hotel we were staying in for the weekend, I dropped all my stuff on the bed, deciding to deal with it all later. I called my brothers and arranged to meet them. It had been an entire semester since I had seen them, and seeing as I couldn't remember life without them, I was fairly attached to them. I changed into my running gear, found my iPod, and left yelling out to my parents where I was going. I can't say I waited for a response, because I didn't, just grabbed one of the key cards for the room on my way out.
I set a medium pace as I jogged through the semi – crowded twilight streets of London towards the Uni. The University had a large sprawling campus of gorgeously old-fashioned buildings, with avenues of trees and gardens throughout. When I arrived I ambled my way to the sports grounds. I stood in the middle of the Oval, patiently waiting for the onslaught that would occur as soon as my brothers arrived and spotted me.
As you can probably tell, by my general dislike of dresses, I'm a bit of a tomboy – it's kind of unavoidable when you live with 4 guys, and you have to try and keep up with them in physical activities.
I managed not to flinch as I heard a war cry shatter the otherwise quiet evening. I closed my eyes listening for the footfalls of what was undoubtedly my over exuberant brother Jason. As I heard him just behind me, I spun out of the way of his intended bear hug, tripping him in the process, and he landed face down in the mud. I laughed, and heard the laughs of my other 3 brothers mingle with my own. Jason was scowling as he picked himself off the ground, and tackled me ferociously. Before I knew what was happening, we were all pushing each other over, and tackling each other in the mud. Even Jamie joined in, not being the responsible eldest brother for once.
Though we aren't related, we all do have a special connection. I honestly don't know where I would be without my four brothers. They were the foundations that I had rebuilt my life on, and I can quite easily say that they meant everything to me.
Time stretched as we collapsed on the ground from our wrestling, all thoroughly dirty. We then sat and talked, exchanged the stories that under no circumstances were our parents to hear. And as the sun began to set, tinging the scenery with a pink glow, I felt that I could take on anything.
My future, and perhaps the fates, if you believe in those kind of things, decided to take me up on that challenge.
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