Okay. So this chapter is really short. I will update two chapters tomorrow. I already have them written. I'm not trying to be mean or anything either. The whole story is done, seeing as this is one of the ones they removed from the site.
Anyway. This story is supposed to be called Fateful, not Faterful. I had a retard moment and accidentally pressed the R key on the keyboard. But I won't change the name back. I just thought you should know.
Reviews would be much appreciated.
Chapter 2
I am outside sitting on the roof of the shed in my new yard. At my new home. In a new country. It's strange to be here. I feel like I left a piece of me behind. My heart is strangely empty.
Aunt Marie and Uncle John come outside now. They are wearing matching shirts and shorts. It takes all my power not to laugh out loud. I climb down onto the ground before they can notice I was up there.
"Leanah! Where are you?" I walk around the shed and stand in the driveway.
"I'm right here." I sigh and tuck my hair behind my ear. I hear the sound of a car and turn to see a black Cadillac Escalade pulling into the driveway. Uncle John walks up to the car and I notice a boy with dreadlocks in the drivers seat. In the passengers seat is another boy, who looks exactly like the driver, except for his hair is black and long. It is sticking out in all directions and has a few white-blond streaks in it. His eyes are lined with a lot of black make-up and he has an eyebrow ring. The driver has a lip ring in the same place as mine.
Just as soon as they arrived, they were gone again.
"Who were they?" I ask Uncle John. He hesitates, before replying.
"The driver was Tom Kaulitz. His twin brother Bill was the passenger." Aunt Marie comes and stands next to Uncle John. She is scowling.
"I don't want you hanging around with those boys. Understand? They will bring nothing but trouble." It takes all my strength to keep from screaming that she couldn't tell me who I was and wasn't going to hang out with. I want to tell her just where she should go. But instead I just bite my tongue and walk into the house, wishing I were dead.