"For God's sake, Olivia Grace Ryan, get your ass out of bed!" The angry voice of her once-again drunken mother echoed through the old intercom on her nightstand.
Olivia sighed. "I'm coming, Mom." She rose out of bed and walked into the bathroom, where she washed up and straightened her hair. Then she rubbed some pale pink Urban Decay gloss onto her lips, and dusted a spot of blush onto her pale cheeks. After dabbing a touch of mascara onto her lashes, she headed downstairs.
"I'm expecting breakfast," Mrs. Ryan told her daughter angrily from her slumped-over position at the kitchen counter. "I ask you to be in charge of meals once a week, and you can't manage a simple task such as that? What in hell are you good for?"
Olivia didn't respond. Her mother asked, or more like ordered, her to cook everything, every day. So she pulled some pans out of the cupboard and grabbed some pancake mix. Absentmindedly, she added milk and stirred in blueberries, just the way her mother liked it. Olivia wanted chocolate chips, but that didn't matter.
When they were ready, she flipped two onto each plate and sat down at the table to eat. "Where's Daddy?" she asked.
"Your lazy-ass shithole good-for-nothing father is already at work," she snapped. "I barely ever even see him anymore."
Olivia shrugged. She never really saw her dad either, and she liked it better that way. He was a tall, big man, with the worst temper she'd ever seen. "I need to get to school, Mom, and it's Michael's day off," she told her mother patiently. "Can you drive me?"
"Take the bus."
"Octavian Country Day doesn't have a bus," Olivia reminded her mother gently. "This isn't public school anymore."
"Fine, I'll bring you," she grumped.
"That's okay. I can just call-"
"I said I'll take you!"
She jumped. A slight thing, only 5'1, 104 pounds, and delicate, she had to be careful around her walking time bomb of a mother. "Thanks." She jogged upstairs and got dressed.
Somehow she'd talked her mother into getting her a credit card last year. After all, the Ryans had piles of money, and none of it ever seemed to get used. The house was always in shambles, there were no maids or servants except for their chauffeur, and her parents always dressed in increasingly shabby clothing.
With the card, she'd purchased new clothes, pretty accecssories, and genuine jewelry. She now dressed in all designer, hoping it would help her blend in at her new school. But she doubted it.
She dressed in skinny black Ella Moss jeans and slithered a soft, thin herringbone belt through the loops. Over that she zipped up a blue Juicy Couture hoodie with a black design and folded-over grey Uggs.
Then she crossed her fingers that no one would think she was copying them.
The first thing Olivia saw when she exited the car was a clump of girls giggling together in a circle. A brunette, a Latina, a fiery redhead, an All-American type, and a platinum-blonde.
She made her way carefully around them, giving them the widest berth possible. She knew girls like that. They were the reason she'd left Copper Beech Middle School last year.
But now she got to start over, a brand-new school, a brand-new wardrobe, and a brand-new life.
She just hoped history wouldn't repeat itself.
So, is it interesting or horrible? I know it's, like, my fourth multi-chap, but I finished Story of Our Lives, and Happily Ever After? is already planned out. I just had this idea and it kept flitting around in my brain, so I figured I'd write it. Soon, there will be drama, but I'm just trying to establish her life in the first few chapters.
Please tell me what you think! Also, if you're under the opinion that I'm writing too many multi-chaps, tell me, and I'll hold one off until I finish something else. :)
R&R, please!
Heart ya,
Joy