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A/N: Alrighty so this is my first story. i don't know how soon i'll be updating, but hopefully it will be soon so please review and all that other great stuff!
Ok well here it is! i Hope you enjoy!
bafley
Prologue: Oddball
"Jette Riley Wendy-Anne Darling! Get your arse out of that room this instant or I will knock down this door and drag you out by your hair!" my step-mother screamed from the other side of my locked door.
"I'd like to see you try." I snorted under my breath. I really hated that woman. The pounding on my door continued.
"Jette Riley, did u hear what I said?! I said I was-"
"YES! I heard what you said Martha!" I interrupted loudly. "My god woman! Go to the doctor and get some patience! I'll be out in a minute!" I heard her whiney little huff then her heeled feet going down the stairs to the ballroom. I turned back to my mirror on the vanity and stared at my reflection, trying to escape back into the wonderful daydream I was having, but only finding myself staring back.
I was the oddball of my family, no doubt. With two older sisters and two older brothers that had shades of blonde, wavy hair, I had brown, straight hair. All my siblings were star athletes. I was a star klutz. They could run down a court or field with elegance and grace while I tripped and stumbled and ran into my teammates. I wasn't that bad actually, except for that small, little detail.
Another thing that made me an oddball was well, me. My brothers and sisters were all planned. My father wanted two boys and two girls. First up was Wendy. Next came John and Michael, the twins that didn't look alike. Then it was Jane. They were all named after my fathers relatives. They never expected to have a fifth child, which was me, Jette Riley Wendy-Anne Darling. I was the surprise child. My mother came up with the first two names, my father with the third. I'm not quite sure though, how Wendy and Anne got tied together.
Before my mother died she had told me I had inherited me great-aunt's imagination. It was most likely true since none of my siblings were ever caught daydreaming in school. I was busted for it at least three times a week. Everyone also said I looked just like her, except my straight hair. They said it was almost creepy how much I looked like her.
I didn't mind being the oddball much though. I was quite refreshing to know that I wasn't just like everyone else in my family and had a little bit of individuality. It was what made me, me.
I continued to stare at my reflection until I jumped at the sound of the clock striking 9. "Damn. I better hurry if I don't want that woman to come back up here." I said myself as I started to busy myself into getting ready for the ball. Oh, how I really was going to hate this ball.