Chapter One

A Chapter by LexicIberSalloe

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I hate this place.

There are so many bad memories, in this house, in this land... everything was horrible. Bullies, smokers, druggies, alcoholics, at least one family has a teenager that goes into any of those.

Being the 13 year old I was, I didn't care for those stuff, or labels. I didn't care what people thought of me. But... they judged me just for that. Everything started to change on the day of my fourteenth birthday. Peer pressuring, the bullying -- everything. Everyday, everything would worsen.

So... I moved inn with my mom back in London. But now, mom is going to a business trip, so she sent me off to live with my dad, back here. In the GTA (Greater Toronto Area).

I jerk my suitcase out of the blue cab that parked in front of my dads creepy and ominous house. It looked the same, a few weeds were growing, but other than that... The same. My head tilts to the side for a minute, and I spot a faded red truck with cabs. This, I was not expecting.

Dad was more into Porsche's, he owns a black one.

The cab races off without me giving a tip.

"Sailor," Dad calls, waving his arm. I can almost see his happy eyes. Sailor is my name. I have dark brown hair with blonde highlights, skin so white, it's porcelain, my nose is small and my lips are small too, I have ocean blue eyes that has a navy blue border, making the lighter blue specks in my eyes more noticeable.

I step up the three steps and hugged my dad. He wore a formal shirt, a grey and red striped, knitted sweater, black trousers and black dress shoes. His gray-brown hair was slick and put back, held by gel.

He was pretty much the same too.

"Dad," I mimic, giving him a half hug and letting him lead me inside, acting like I totally forgot how the inside looks like. I did come to Canada in it's cold times. It's fall, but only October the 12th. "How is every thing? What have I missed?"

He doesn't answer my questions for a while, but when we walk up the stairs, he starts to speak. He says, "Everything is pretty much the same. Still bummed out that your mother left me." I gasped. Did he really just used the words, "Bummed"? I must be hallucinating? "What?"

"I didn't think you were the kind of guy who would say, 'bummed'."

"Well, people change, my darling." He says, opening a white door into my room.

This obviously hasn't changed." I commented, entering and looking around the room. There still was my aquamarine, queen-sized bed, my wallpaper that had paint splatter on it, my old computer table with a new MacBook on it, a night lamp, a small dresser with an alarm clock next to my bed, the dresser that was a few feet away from the window... nothing changed.

Dad cleared his throat and I can hear him scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I knew you would have to come back sometime. I didn't know if you wanted privacy and just in case, you might not like what I add into this room. And what I take out."

"I don't care." I stated truthfully. "Anyways, I'll start packing my school bags for Monday." Dad always thought I was the smart kid. Well, I am, I get good grades but I've never told him about the bullying and the crack and the peer pressure.

"Sure...," He says, "I'll leave you alone to do... that."

He says it like I'm going to do a bad thing. Like he doesn't trust me. He leaves the room, but he also closes the door as he goes.

When I finished packing my things with my bags, I check everything if it's organized. It's okay, I tell myself.

I walk out of my room and shout, "Hey dad, I'm going outside for some fresh air!"

He answers a few seconds later. "Okay!"

With that, I run down the stairs and grab my brown hoodie with the fur inside the hood and inside the torso part.

When I open the door, the cold wind blows west, my hair that was as long as my upper back blew to the side. But, I chose to ignore it and closed the door, walking out.

As I walked along the driveway, I see the two most gorgeous boys I've ever placed my eyes on...

Then...

I realized who they were, exactly.

The bullies who started bullying me. They were so popular, lot's of people started copying them...

And then...

Their attention turned to me. They had warm smiles on their faces, and as they crossed the street...

I panicked... Well, mentally, but in the outside I looked calm. And cold.