Hi. My names Tristan Rose Cipriano, daughter of Patch and Nora.

I grew up in Coldwater with my parents and older brother Harrison, younger sister Katie and my dog, Trixie. Perfect life? I doubt it my boyfriend cheated on me with my "bestfriend", I get myself into trouble and constantly argue with my mom and brother.

"Tristan! Get up you're going to be late for school!" That was the third time mum had shouted me in the space of 5 minutes. What's her problem? Let me sleep. I felt sleep coming once again and a dream began to tug me under-

"Harrison! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Can you not see I'm sleeping!"

"Get up else next time I'll chuck a bucket of water over you and not just a glass", he all but growled at me. "The one day I don't have college and you're been a bitch. Get up I'm trying to sleep and all I can hear is mom yelling". He then proceeded to walk out my room slamming the door in the process. "Now Tristan!".

I took that as my final warning and cue to get ready. I quickly showered, applied makeup and curled the ends of my hair and swept it to one side and ran out my room tugging on a baggy jumper and shorts over my vest top as I went and walked to the kitchen in time to see my parents making out over breakfast. Gross.

"You two disgust me."

"Morning Princess" dad replied looking up from beneath his ratty baseball cap long enough to catch my eye and smirk. I picked up my flask with my morning coffee (the only decent thing my mum does but purely to keep me awake in lessons after I was suspended for constantly sleeping through English) and turned towards the door. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

I rolled my eyes and turned back to quickly kiss my dad on the cheek before turning back around.

"Not that Princess. Breakfast. You need to eat. You're not pulling that stunt again", by which he was referring to me signing myself out of school after not eating and getting drunk on an empty stomach. Not something my hardcore dad approved of. Or let's me hear the end of.

"Not hungry", I replied "besides I think I'd throw it all up after witnessing you two this morning."

"Just hurry up and get to school. Me and your mum have unfinished business." I could have sworn she blushed.

"Just for that I'm taking your jeep. Where's Katie I'll give her a lift."

"She left half an hour ago to walk. What's wrong with your own car?"

"It's a piece of junk." I grunted storming into the garage picking up my sunglasses, bag and guitar for practise later. If I could be bothered to turn up.

"And don't be home late Vee and Gavin are coming to stay for a couple weeks with Junior so no getting yourself into trouble. And be nice" my mum shouted after me. Charming. Me? I'm always nice unless your names Dillon and you're my ex or a jerk. Or both.

I ended up missing morning registration and the start of English to go for a fag with Kyla to which Mr Greene wasn't too pleased about, but after lecturing me on the importance of missing him discuss Shakespeare and not turning in my homework which was apparently due in today, he let me go to my seat where I proceeded to put my earphones in and go to sleep. What? Even my mums gorgeous coffee can't keep me awake through this.

The rest of the day went by pretty slow with me getting my failed biology assessment back with a note attached saying "see me immediately" which ended up in the bin, and sat on the field admiring Zach Marsh, the schools football team captain. He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes and his brown hair has striking a resemblance with Zac Efron's and I swear I swooned and my heart melted with me falling in love with him a little bit more. I know what you're thinking. Way out of my league? Hardly. I just happen to be popular alongside him and sit with him most days for lunch with a few others. And bring a cheerleader it's totally possible like it is in all the films. Not to sound big headed. So why aren't we together? Good question. The fact he has a girlfriend of two years. Tina Malloy. With bleach blonde hair, a push up bra, 3 layers minimum of foundation and smelling like a not-so-attractive perfume shop. The chances of us being together are slim. I finished writing my lyrics to my new song around 4pm and decided that was enough time for Katie to finish up in her dance class before driving us both home after she sent me a rather aggressive text message about how I should have drove her to school this morning. She shouldn't have left so early then.

We turned the corner and parked in the garage to find 3 suitcases. Great. I guess Junior awaits. Hoping his matured enough to stop hitting on me, I enter the kitchen to see the green eyed boy looking straight at me. This ought to be good.

A/N: I'd like to thank aPackageFromTed who has agreed to help me with my FanFiction. Read and review.