Heyy. So today - 6th May - is my Birthday. WOOP! So I decided to upload the next chapter.

Chapter 3

The rest of the day, passed in a blur. Music was fun though because I got to play the guitar, I love playing the guitar; I am really good at it. I was in the school band in England and everyone thought that we were amazing. We even won a couple of talent shows.

American history was really difficult, I have no idea about British history and I lived in Britain all of my life. I don't know how they expected me to do American history. It was like they were asking for a fucking miracle.

When I heard the final bell ring after sports I ran to the changing room, and put my black and grey outfit back on and I threw my hideous cheerleading outfit in my locker. Yes the bastard coach made me join the cheerleading squad because I am - and I quote - "quite good at gymnastics". I made the team much to the displeasure of the captain and her cronies. So that was good - I guess?

I walked out of the changing rooms. The corridors were all pretty empty as the buses would be leaving to take everyone home. I walked to my locker, with my headphones in my ears, listening to my brother's epic music. I threw all of my crap in my locker, and put my homework in my bag. For my first day at school, I did have a shit load of homework. Can the teachers get much crueller?

I got my phone out and called Jackson to let him know that I was on my way home. I hung up when I told him and slammed my locker shut. I walked through the main door and jogged to the office. I threw the letter at the reception lady whose name I had already forgotten, she nodded her head manically when she had finished reading the letter and I sprinted out of the office to my car, not wanting to damage my eyes any more by looking at her. I unlocked the door and threw my bag on the passenger seat. I turned the music up so loud that I could feel the car moving. I pulled easily out of the parking space and sped home.

When I got home, I parked the car in the garage. I jumped out of the car and ran through the door connecting the house to the garage. When I got in the house, I sighed in relief – home, finally. I hung my jacket on the hook by the front door; I threw my keys at the table and kicked my shoes in the wardrobe by the door. I walked to the kitchen and tried to find what the cook had prepared for me – yes we have a cook and a house full of housekeepers.

I walked through the kitchen door and was met by the smell of freshly cooked chocolate chip pancakes

"Yummy! My favourite, thanks Mrs. Torres!" I sat down at the breakfast table in the centre of our large kitchen. I grabbed the knife and fork that had been placed next to the plate of pancakes. I was starving. I had refused to eat any of the shit that they served at school. I have to ask Mrs. Torres if she could whip me up something to eat for my lunch tomorrow.

When I had finished my pancakes I left the table to go and find Lilly. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, and found the six year old playing with some dolls. She was dressing and brushing their hair. I didn't want to disturb the little girl so instead I went to find Jackson.

I walked down the hall and knocked on Jackson's bedroom door. He opened the door moments later; he was wearing his work clothes, white skinny jeans and a black shirt, meaning that he was going to be leaving soon to go to a concert. He is in a band with his mates called Kings of the Underworld – I used to call it 'kings of the Underwear, and he used to get royally pissed off – they are going a few gigs this month so he will be out of the house a lot for the next month or two.

"Hey, Mile, sorry, but I can't talk, I've got to go, sorry." He said in a rush grabbing his guitar and phone from his bed before running out of his bedroom he kissed me on the head and ran down the stairs two at a time, before rushing out of the front door shouting "BYE GUYS"

I walked back down the hall and climbed another flight of stairs. The third floor belonged to me. There was a huge bedroom, bathroom, a huge walk in wardrobe and a soundproof room filled with musical instruments on the third floor.

I walked into my room; it was painted black, with a grey carpet. In the centre of the room there is a king size four-poster bed with a black and white zebra print blanket and black, silver and white cushions. On either side of the bed is two black bed side tables filled with junk, on them both is a lamp and pictures of me and my mates from England.

In the far corner of the room is my huge desk; which is made of the same black wood as my bed and bedside tables. All of the furniture in the room is made of the same wood. On the desk are a top-of-the-range computer and a laptop. In the desk drawer is another laptop. The computers are for all of the music things that I do.

A black leather loveseat is also in the room facing the huge flat screen television hanging on the wall. Under the TV are my CD player and my CD collection.

There is also my walk in wardrobe and bathroom leading off of my room. The walls in my room are covered in pictures of me and friends and there are also posters of the bands I like, there isn't a poster for Kings of the Underworld, because it would be weird to have a huge picture of my brother on the wall. There is a huge window at one end of the room, in the morning you can look out of it and see the sun rising. At the other end of the room are double doors, leading off to the balcony, on which are a small black table and two chairs.

I am not a neat person but, for some fucked up reason my bedroom – god knows why – has stayed really, really tidy. I was about to walk to the music room, when I heard the doorbell ring. I sighed knowing that Jackson wasn't in to get the door. Lilly is too young to answer the door, and the housekeepers are not allowed to answer the door, unless no one is in.

I jogged down both flights of stairs two at a time. I opened the door and three people were stood in front of me. I recognized one of them as Shane but the other two names I did not know. I of course recognized them from school, but I hadn't spoken a word to them. The only person I had spoken to was Shane.

"What the hell? What are you all doing here?" I asked, both annoyed and curious. The boy standing next to Shane spoke up.

"Hey, that's no way to treat your new neighbours."

"Oh-my-GOSH! The three of you are my new neighbours! Well isn't that absolutely fantastic! Can you hear that?" I paused for a second and cupped my hand around my ear... "It's the sound of my prayers being answered! Yippee!" I said to them sarcastically jumping up and down to add to the effect. When I had finished looking like a twat I started to slam the door in their faces.

The three people standing on my porch all laughed. And Shane put his foot out to stop the door from closing. I was forced to open it again. Then the girl spoke for the first time.

"I live in that house across the road." She said pointing to a house smaller than mine across the road. "And the boys live in that house there" she added pointing to the house to the left of us. I noticed that this house was also smaller than mine. Looking round I noticed that I had the biggest house; it was the only one with 3 stories.

"Okayyy… so what the hell are you doing here? I don't even know you." I said getting frustrated.

"Oh shit sorry we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Nate, and this is my brother Shane – who by the way hasn't shut up about you since we got home, and this is Caity." He said ruffling the girl's curley brown hair. Shane blushed and looked away sheepishly.

"Hey" she said, punching Nate in the arm, "People don't call me Caity" she said the name like it was an infectious disease. I laughed. "My name is Caitlyn, but you can call me Cait."

"Erm okay? Do you wanna come in?" I asked, I was beginning to get cold standing in the door way. I motioned for the three of them to come in. They walked in and I heard the pitter patter of little feet coming down the stairs, and it wasn't my dog – Panda.

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