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Chapter Two

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!

"Ugh! Shut up!" I yelled, slamming my hand onto my alarm clock, hitting the snooze button for probably the sixth time already this morning. I quickly bury myself deeper under my covers and close my eyes. God, I hate mornings. And Mondays. Put them together, and it was hell. Just as I felt myself dozing off, there was a loud banging on my bedroom door.

"Jade, get your butt out of bed! You have twenty minutes to be ready to walk out the door!" I heard my mom scream at me. "We are leaving- whether you are ready to go or not!"

I let out a frustrated sigh and kick my covers off me and sit up. Why did Beck insist on signing up for that idiotic morning yoga class? Actually, the better question is- why did he sign up to go to a Monday morning yoga class? Normally he drives me to and from school, but since he enrolled in his yoga for dummies class or whatever the hell it is called, he can't bring me on Monday mornings.

Twenty minutes to get ready. Great. Thankfully I took a shower at about 4am. I had to. I woke up from my second nightmare of the night absolutely freezing. I couldn't seem to get warm, no matter how many blankets I wrapped myself up in. The only thing I could think of to do was take an almost scalding hot shower. Luckily it worked, my body seemed to thaw and I was finally able to get warm again. I know most people sweat when they get night terrors, but my body reacts differently. I just get so cold I turn blue. Something about my circulation I guess? My parents took me into the doctor when I first started having the night terrors, when I was about seven, concerned that they kept finding me ice cold. Whatever, I would rather freeze than become a sweaty mess.

I sighed again, forcing myself to stand up, and walked to my vanity, plugging in my curling iron and setting out some makeup.

"Jade!" my mother flung my door open and marched into my bedroom, hands on her hips, glaring at me because I was still in the pajama shorts and cami I slept in. "I thought that I told you to get your ass in gear?" she shouted at me. "You know that Greg and I have a plane to catch! You will not make us late!"

"I'm out of bed and starting to get ready, what more do you want?" I argue.

"Just move faster. You have fifteen minutes, and then I expect you to be in the backseat of the SUV," my mother said as she stalked out of my bedroom, slamming my door shut behind her.

I hurriedly pick out something black to wear, throw some dark eye makeup on, and half ass curl my hair. After brushing my teeth, I go back to my vanity and quickly grab a few bracelets, rings, and necklaces to wear. Before I walk out of my bedroom, I take one last glance at my reflection in my mirror as I swing my backpack over my shoulder. God, my hair looks like shit.

Perfect. This is just how I want to start out my week, looking like shit.

Oh well, this will have to do I think as I hurriedly walk out of my bedroom, hearing the car horn blaring at me to hurry up. I rush out of the house and get into the backseat of Greg's SUV.

"You are very inconsiderate Jade," Greg begins hounding me, as he pulls out of our driveway. "When will you learn that the world doesn't revolve around you?" he says in this bitter voice he always uses towards me lately.

"I'm literally two minutes late," I respond back, using my own bitter tone.

"Jade, do not talk back to your step-father," my mother scolds me. I roll my eyes. I know that their flight doesn't leave for another three fucking hours, but Greg is so anal he insists on everything going according to whatever schedule he makes, regardless of how ridiculous it is.

I stay silent the rest of the car ride, while my mom and Greg talk excitedly about their trip. I bring my pearphone out and text Beck. "Can you get me a coffee after your yoga class?"

A second later my phone vibrates. "Already in line at Skybucks. Something told me you would be running late this morning." I can't help but smile. He knows me so well.

My phone vibrates again. Still smiling, I glance down, to see that Cat has texted me. "Just met Tori Vega in the hallway. Remember how awesome she was Saturday night at the Showcase?" And just like that the smile vanishes off of my face. Yes, I remember watching her Saturday night. I had to admit, she was WAY more talented than her older sister, but I thought it was ridiculous that Eikner just invited her into Hollywood Arts the way he did. I mean, yeah, she did a pretty decent job, but it was only one performance. She didn't have to work her ass off for an intense audition process like everyone else that got into Hollywood Arts had to do. Granted, I don't really know anything about her, so maybe she does know all about the performing arts. I mean, her older sister (talent less as she may be) has been attending HA for years now. Her younger sister has got to know all about performing, right?

"Jade?" my mom asks, her voice sounding concerned. That's something that I haven't heard in it when she has spoken to me in awhile. Surprised by the tone of her voice, it snaps me out of my thoughts and I realize that we are sitting in front of my school. "We will be gone for a week. Lydia will check on you periodically, and you know you can always go to your dad's house before Friday. I am sure he would like spending some extra time with you."

I let out a snort at her last comment. I can't help it. My father has never been a huge fan of mine, and since I declared my desire to go into the performing arts and started attending Hollywood Arts, he has barely spoken to me. "Yeah, I'm sure he and Malibu Barbie would be jumping for joy if I showed up on their doorstep," I say sarcastically, referring to my recently acquired stepmom Amanda. "I'll be fine. Enjoy your trip," I say getting out of the SUV, shutting the door behind me. Greg takes off out of the parking lot, without either of them saying another word to me.

"Bye to you too Mom," I mumble before turning around and walking into school.

A/N please let me know what you think so far.