Cadence – Lena's daughter
Kelli – Bridget's daughter
Emmaline – Carmen's daughter
Channing – Tibby's daughter
Another group. Four sisters, four lives, four mothers, and four different places. They had just had all of their birthdays in the last May. They were all 15 now, and happy to drive. All except Cadence.
"Mom! What if there's a drunken person out there! We could get killed!" She would say. Her dad would smile at her wordlessly, and her mother would clench her teeth in exasperation.
"Cadence honey," she would say, holding her frustration in, "You have to drive at some point." She said through clenched teeth. It was another two months before they had her out and about driving. Sure, she was still paranoid, but just listened to music, and would forget about pretty quickly. Her mother would occasionally let her drive by herself down about three blocks to Channing's house. Ah, Channing…
"So?" She muttered exhaustedly.
Her mother glared at her. "I promise you, you are not too old to get your butt whooped. Now get off your ass Chan, and clean this rat-hole you call a bedroom." Her dad walked up and shook his head.
"Clean it up Channing." He said defiantly. She finally gave in and cleaned it up. He had used her full name, and he wasn't messing around. She had a bad habit of mouthing off, and it got her into trouble often.
She grumbled to herself as her father and mother walked off, and glared up at her mom as she slipped back into the doorway smirking. She just stood there for a moment watching her.
"Ha." She finally said, sticking out her tongue and walking away.
"Dear God, can't you choose between giving me a mom and giving me a bratty little sister, or do I still get this dumb old two-in-one?" She muttered to herself, picking up a stranded pair of underwear off her floor.
She jumped up suddenly when she heard the uneven engine grumblings outside. It was obviously Cadence—she was the only one who hadn't completely figured driving out.
"Hey!" Cadence said, popping through the door.
"Oh, hey Cay, where's Kel?" She asked. Cadence had said that Kelli was hanging out at her house.
"Oh, she decided to go to the boy's hockey practice instead." Chan shook her head, letting her lips curl into a half-smile.
"So, what for this time?" She asked pointedly.
"Oh, both, I'm sure." Cadence replied with a smirk. Kelli had a bad habit of going to the boy hockey practice, but not only to learn new drills, moves, and strategies, but also just for the view, if you catch my jest.
"God almighty Kel, you're gonna kill someone if you keep that up!" Kelli laughed heartily. She had popped out from behind the bleachers and scared the hockey coach out of her shoes.
She gave Kelli an apprehensive look as she stood there, a small smirk on her face, and a mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes.
"Kelli…." She said questioningly. "What are you thinkin'?" Kel raised her eyebrows.
"Me, oh, nothin'. Nothin' at all. Like always…" She said, spinning around and heading back towards the rink, and cheering on the guys in their scrimmage.
"Ah, come on Trev, you gotta get that slap shot or you're never gonna be fast enough for the Greenwood goalie! You know how quick his hands are. But he doesn't take tricks well. Work on your fakes!"
He glared up at her, "Between the lines Killer!" He called out, sticking up his three middle fingers. She laughed quietly and shook her head, sitting down.
She pulled off her baseball cap, showing off her long, golden hair that she usually hid away. As usual a couple glances found their way to it. She sighed and looked at her shoes, digging one of her toes into the ground as she slipped her hair back up into the Atlanta Braves cap. She smiled when she thought of her hat. Emmaline had given it to her, thinking that she actually liked the Braves. But even thought she didn't she still wore it. It was a cute hat. Emmaline was nuts. A fashion freak, but has bigger plans for her life.
Huh, Emmaline…
"Emmy, come get your bags! If you don't I might have to take them with me!" Her mother called out from the other room.
Emmaline jumped out of bed frantically and sprinted to her mother's room. "Don't you dare!" She cried in the hallway leading to the room. "That took two month's paychecks to pay for!" She said as she slid into the room.
Her mother was grinning at her, holding out the large Louis Vuitton bag to her. She snatched it in fake anger. "Ugh, I just can't believe you mother." She said mockingly.
"Go to your room! I'll spank you! You're grounded! No dessert!" She replied laughingly.
"Ha, good one." Emmaline said sarcastically. She shook her head and turned around to walk out when a book hit her in the butt.
"Mother!" She yelled, turning around. She just smirked and waved her off.
"Ah, good morning sunshine." Said a male voice behind her. She spun around and smiled.
"Dad! Hey!" She hugged him happily and he kissed her on the forehead, "How was your day, honey?" He asked sweetly.
"Oh, it was fine until MOM decided to chuck a book at me." She replied laughing.
A/N: So….What do you think? This is my first story… And first chapter! (duh!). Well, I want to learn, so, pleasepleaseplease R&R! I need some good criticism. Be completely honest… Alright, and this was just sort of a prologue. Ya know, an introduction fort of. Alright, another chapter soon….