AN: Hiya peoples. I'm back. God, I love saying that! So, here is edited chapter one. Enjoy!
I shot up, almost hitting my head on the wood of the upper bunk.
"Fuck my life" I whispered to the empty room. Swearing, like many of my bad habits, I'd picked up from Max... sorta. I kinda already had it a bit before, but he extended my vocab.
Damn dreams, I cursed. It was like the others – it was a memory. Why couldn't I be amnesic? Forget the whole damn incident? It's also the one I re-live the most. It's the most painful. The reason some nights, I don't sleep- because I don't want to have it. Ever gone three day's running on half melted slushies and Red Bull? I have –just to stay awake, so I'm not sleeping.
Hitting my head on the floor, I began 'the processes.
Why? I questioned the unknown forces of the 'universe'. It's not like I don't know life sucks, and that it's my fault. I live in a freaking tree house. Alex isn't in school... and Damien spends most of his time in a cellar, building... stuff. And Katie-Lyn Victoria Bellwood, green thumb extraordinaire? She's probably off meditating somewhere.
One –Question some superior force.
Two –The life sucks mantra.
Three- mentally slapping myself for the pain of others I'm close to, or are around me.
I shoved the hatred, the bitterness, as far ass it would go, only to have it start creeping to the surface again.
Four –getting a slight grip on self.
You should probably get up, before you have a mental breakdown. Again.
The '?' step -The occasional "talking to self" step.
"Alex?" I called out.
No answer.
I rolled out of bed and heaved myself off the floor. Looking around, I saw that Jane and Alex had fallen asleep reading last night. They were sprawled out on the floor. I smiled softly when I noticed that Jane had stolen all the covers.
I quickly reached down and threw my blanket over them, and when they didn't stir I began digging through my backpack. I pulled out an oversized green Tee and deep blue beach shorts, and some cute pink cherry undies.
I changed quickly on the other side, behind a curtain. I pulled my X3 sized Tee off, and my boxers, replacing them with the clothes I had picked out.
Id slept in my bra –old habits die hard.
Six –getting back into routine.
-Memories-
Once I was outside, I was wrapped into a storm of wind. The artificial kind.
Damn Max and his stupid running; screw the 'stop' speech. I need to get moving, or I'll start thinking... teleport into a tree? No... Kate get's real pissy when I do that... but that doesn't mean I can't mock him.
"Max! How many times are we going to go through this?"
"Go through what?" came the hoity-toity reply. A-hole. You're gonna pay for that one.
"Stop running around like something bit you in the ass. You're going to kill the grass, and Kate will be mad you when you wake up."
"Why would I be asleep?" he asked, his voice taunting me. Fucking taunting me.
Asshole. You're gonna pay for that one. I thought about being nice, but, nooooo. You have to be an a-hole...
"Because, if you don't stop, I'm going to teleport you into a tree." I was semi-serious. I'd probably just 'port him somewhere with extreme temperatures until someone noticed he was missing.
The wind stopped, revealing a young, teenager, about 16, one year younger than me. His shaggy blonde hair wind blown and his grey-blue eyes sarcastic.
"Uh-huh. Sure you will, Brit. Then Kate's gonna go all green peace on your ass."
He was right, he'd get off with a concussion, and I loose my ears due to the lecture I'd undoubtedly get.
But really, who cares? Not me.
Seven –the 'I don't give a shit'.
I shrugged my shoulders "She'd be too busy helping Damien distinguish the new crack in your skull between the old. And then they'd have to find that Jello mass you call a brain. And by then, well-" I would've continued, but, in an unnatural spurt of wind, he was gone.
Eight – piss off Max –something I'd do under any circumstances.
I remember when I found him, well; it's one of those memories that's very hard to forget...
I was walking in a not-so good part of L.A, the first place I'd thought to go after running from those gambling morons... they were gonna lose all there money eventually... but that dude, ok, he had the right to be pissed. He was pretty kick ass with cards.
It was cold. The surrounding buildings were run down, mostly pubs. The smell of stale beer was strong in the air.
Um... EW?
I continued walking, after all, I wasn't in any danger. I'm a freaking Teleporter. I just need to catch my breath, clean up a bit, and then I could get home. I just don't want to worry them. They get all supper protective and don't let me leave for a long time.
I was still calming down from the most recent thievery, sitting down on the pavement, staring dumbly at the wad of cash in my hand.
I had four hundred dollars.
It was damn near enough to keep us floating for a month.
I carefully and slowly tucked the money back into my wallet, and just as I was sitting up, I was pushed down. I dropped my wallet, but instead of reaching for it like I should have, I looked up.
It was a kid, about my age, maybe a bit younger. His eyes, even though they were blue... were incredibly dark. Like he was in pain. I didn't like it, at all. Over all, I suppose he was cute-
Before I could continue my thought, he'd swiftly snatched up my wallet and... disappeared.
Well, shit.
I needed that!
Not to mention it had the address to where we were staying in it. I needed it incase I got "lost".
Pfft. I don't get lost... except the occasional grocery store, but that's totally out of context...
He had my money, and information. And I couldn't see him.
Shit, now I have to 'port something from an unknown location.
Fuuuuun –not.
I focused on the details, the looks, the size, shape... placing it right in front of that wall...
And 'poof'. Instant boy-back-system.
"Hey!"I screamed at him. The boy looked up, quickly. And, just as he was about to run away, he tripped and hit his head on the wall. He slipped down to his knees, before flattening himself against the pavement. His tongue was even out of his mouth a bit.
"Well, that was smooth..." I muttered –sarcastically, of course- to him.
However, when he didn't move, she whisper-yelled "well, hell! What in fuck am I supposed to do now?"
I tend to swear when under pressure. Or when I'm nervous. Or pain... or disbelief. Or... well, you get the idea.
Sighing, I bent down, checking his pulse, and all that shit they show you in the movies. It was steady, so, figuring that nothing serious had happened, I bent down and gripped his hand, porting us to the abandoned apartment we were using as a 'home'...
"Stupid boy," I muttered to myself. I continued walking along the clear-cut path –thanks to Kate moving them, or rather, telling them to move.
Nine –walk down memory lane.
Because after my dream, I wanted to work. I needed to get rid of the damn stress, cool off. And I'd be damned –if I'm not already there- if I don't get to kick ass.
I want to hit something, to let all my frustrations out.
I wanted to cry in pain, scream...
I wanted to fight.
And, that's exactly why I was looking for Kate.
Ten – hit something.
Hi. Ok, some thing's you should know. Right now, Britney is upset, and anger is her easy way out. She feels the need to be tough ass. She is completely and totally original, and 'herself'. Please tell me if I start to mess up her character. Oh, and I swear, she's not always like a mini Wade, just in the morning. After that, she's a little different. Make sense?
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