Okay... I am really sorry. I didn't plan on leaving it this long to update (really i didn't) its just that exams and the start of year 13 at school delayed me.
But hopefully i should be back to updating regulary now because thats all in the past!
Anyway- Is anybody looking forward to Eclipse? Its out in the UK on July 9th and im counting down the days...
DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT SM DOES. I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT YOU DO NOT RECOGNISE!
Enjoy!
I am never drinking again…
Why would anybody willingly want to feel like somebody is smashing up their head with a sledge hammer?I can safely say I won't be delving into this activity again any time soon. At least my parents would be pleased with this new revelation…Oh dear. I forgot about my parents. Even though I cannot fully remember what happened last night, one of the few things that I can is my father, with a rather angry expression on his face, bringing me home last night. He definitely won't be pleased this morning.
The constant throb in my head kept me from falling back asleep, and the nauseous feeling in my stomach just made me want to lie in front of a toilet for the rest of the day. Raising my hand to my forehead, I rubbed it slowly to see if I could ease some of the pain, instead it probably made things worse. I could hear my sister and Jacob downstairs laughing about something trivial, which only intensified the pain. Why wouldn't they just be quiet and let me wallow in my own self pity in silence?
Opening my eyes I found that my room was pitch black. Glancing at my alarm clock I saw that it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I slept that long? I really must have been out of it.
"Eurgh…" I groaned, whilst rubbing my eyes. I might as well get up now and face the wraith of my father sooner rather than later. Standing up to quickly I had a head rush and had to hold onto my bed frame as I dangerously swayed on my feet. After recovering and making sure I wouldn't fall over, I trudged over to my door, mentally preparing myself for my father.
Standing at the top of the stairs, I could hear my family talking below me in the kitchen. Surely they would already know by now that I was awake. Even if they couldn't hear me walking, my dad would have been able to hear my thoughts. They must be really angry if they're ignoring me.
The pain in my head was not disappearing; if anything it was getting worse the longer I was awake. Deciding that I needed to get some sort of pain relief, and by the feel of things it would need to be industrial strength, I headed down stairs into the kitchen, where the whole of my family were.
The room instantly turned silent the second I stepped through the door; however I wasn't really affected, as all I wanted was a pain killer. Putting the pill into my mouth and taking a massive gulp of water to wash it down, I turned around and leant on the kitchen counter facing my family. I was looking at the suddenly very interesting floor pattern when my father spoke up,
"We won't speak about last night until you get home from school today." At this my face was the face of incredulity. What does he mean by 'get home from school tonight?' "You know exactly what I mean Olivia. You will be going to school today, you have no choice about it."
I honestly don't think I will be able to make it through a whole day without collapsing at least once. The whole of my body was aching, even though I had taken the pain killer, my headache refused to go and I was feeling increasingly more nauseous as time went on.
Skipping out on breakfast, which my Grandma Esme gave me a disapproving look for, I followed the rest of my school attending family out to the cars.
Why do werewolves have to be so ridiculously hot? Why does a certain werewolf choose to sit in the middle of the backseat when his girlfriend's twin is suffering with a hangover? Let's just say that I was glad to get out of the car when we finally got to school…
School is not the place somebody should be when they are feeling like this, at this my dad gave me a look that basically said 'suck it up.' I sighed and walked to my first class, which coincidently was with my father. At least it was only art and not something brain taxing like maths.
Slumping down into my seat and resting my head n my hands, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on something other than the pain. Alcohol sucks.
When the teacher took the register I mumbled my reply before going into a daze once again. All through the lesson I refused to look up at my father, who was sat opposite me, and thought about how I just wanted to be in bed, under my covers at that precise moment.
I had actually fallen asleep when the bell went; my dad had to shake me awake before leaving the classroom.
Walking through the crowded corridor, the feeling in my stomach became more prominent. I was seriously going to throw up, and if I didn't get to the bathroom soon it would be right in front of everybody. Running to the bathroom the fastest that I could, in the state that I was in, I chucked myself down in front of a toilet just in time before last nights remnants hit the toilet bowl.
I felt cold hands grip my hair from behind, turning around I saw it was Aunt Alice with my mum behind. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I cried,
"I just want to go home."
"Come on Olivia. Were going to take you home, I don't care what Edward says, you can't be at school in the state that you are in." Aunt Alice ranted, after helping me up and supporting my weight, as she walked me out of the bathroom. "I told him not to do it this morning, but he never listens! Now look at you, you've got sick all over your top; we're going to have to throw that out once we get home."
Once we got home, Grandma Esme rushed straight up to us and hugged me the second we got inside the door.
"Your mum called us when you were in the car. Just head on up to bed and get some sleep. But don't forget you dad will still want to speak to you once he and the rest of the family get home, don't just assume your off the hook because you're ill." She gave me a sympathetic look, before pushing me lightly up the stairs towards my bedroom. I didn't even bother getting undressed before I collapsed onto my bed, but I'm sure when I was half asleep Aunt Alice came in and swapped my icky top for a new one.
Waking up with a sore and dry throat, I looked at the clock and noticed it was 5pm; everybody would be back from school. Why did this feel like such a de ja vu? Maybe because I was in exactly the same situation this morning? Yeah…
Walking down the stairs, I followed the voices of my family into the living room, Oh the irony, and sat in my usual place on the only single chair in the room. The silence was unbearable, I new they all expected me to say something, apologise for what I had done, but I just couldn't bring myself to actually do it.
"Olivia." My dad warned, as he new exactly what I had thought.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Really, I am." I whispered, knowing full well that they all could hear. "I never meant for it to go this far, I didn't even plan on drinking." I definitely was not going to mention it was Daniel that gave me the drink.
"He did what?" My dad growled. Oh, I forgot about my dad's little quirk. "Why did you go out with him, even though we specifically told you to stay at home?" I had no answer; I just sat and stared at my entwined fingers.
"What would have happened if something happened to you? Somebody hurt you and we didn't know?" At that precise moment I had the faintest memory of a man holding onto me, but I couldn't remember what happened afterwards. "You were lucky Renesmee and Jacob noticed you were gone." I couldn't help but scoff at this. They noticed I was gone? I highly doubt it. Obviously this didn't go down well with my father.
"Do not try and change the subject Olivia. What you did was irresponsible and down right stupid, maybe you should start acting like Renesmee a little more." Ouch, that hurt. "You're grounded for a month. No going out with the family, you are only allowed to exit the house to go to school. On Saturday we are all going hunting so you'll be at home by yourself. Now go upstairs, you can have tomorrow off of school to recover if you'd like."
"I am sorry" I repeated myself.
"Okay. Just please don't do it again." My mum spoke up.
As I lay on my bed, a tear rolled down my cheek and onto my pillow. 'Maybe you should start acting like Renesmee a little more." I thought to myself. Sometimes I wish I was Renesmee, she was perfect; she had everything. Jacob, intelligent, beauty, the better and nicer twin, the twin everybody wants to be around.
Sometimes it seems they just want another carbon copy of Renesmee in this family instead of me.
Im sorry if i didn't get the symptoms of a hangover right- Ive never been drunk before...Only second hand experiances.
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