Bad Girl
Ugh, London
"But I don't want to go to London!" I shout at Mom, throwing my tee-shirt on the ground in anger. "I don't want to go live with Grandma! This effing sucks!"
I pick up my shirt and stomp up the stairs, making sure I slam the door. I can tell Mom flinched. I smile at the thought her discomfort. I would have much rather lived with Dad, but he got my sister, Ally. I love Dad more than Mom by far.
"Primrose Tyler Heroux! You are going to London whether you like it or not!" Mom screams at me. Uh oh, I know I'm in trouble now, she used my full name.... Understand my sarcasm.
"Fine!" I open my door, walk to the stairs and shout down to her. Mom smiles at me, taking in the victory. I groan and run back to my room, picking up my suitcase and fill it with all the clothes I own.
"You're leaving tomorrow!" She tells me. I roll my eyes. This is going to be the worst part of my life....
I have a few minutes of silence, which is really good for once, but then Mom barges into my room. I turn my back on her, bending over to pick a pair of pants I dropped.
"Primrose! What the hell is that on your back!?!" She yells, pointing to my dragon tattoo I got two weeks ago, along with my belly piercing (which she doesn't know about) and another one on the eyebrow. I don't answer and just put my things where they need to go. "Primrose Tyler! So help me, I will-"
"For God's sake Mom! I'm nineteen! It's a tattoo! Stop treating me like a child!"
"That's because you still act like one, Primrose!"
I stop, for once in my life I can't think of a come-back....
* * *
"Prim, it's so nice to see you again!" Grandma hobbles out of her house and over to me; arms wide and ready for a hug. I take it, needing the comfort for once. I smile weakly and grab as many bags as I can (I have, like, ten of them; 'cause I don't know how long I'm going to be here, so I took almost all of my possessions with me).
"Here, I'll help you." A British accent tells me. I turn around, seeing a boy around my age with light brown hair in the style of a buzz cut. His caramel eyes staring into my blue ones. He picks up a few bags and starts a conversation. "I'm Liam. What's your name?"
"Primrose. But I like to be called Prim." I respond, walking to the front door, Liam follows.
"Cool. I like that name. Why are you here?"
"'Cause my mother thought it would be fun to ship me off and live with Grandma." I retort bitterly. Liam has a shocked look on his face, I'm surprised by what he says next....
"Why would she do something like that?"
"Either she can't handle me or she doesn't want me anymore." I say, setting my bags in my new room, which was empty and dull. "I'm thinking the first. People say I'm a 'bad egg', but I just think I'm independent-minded...."
I turn to see Liam staring at me in disbelief. Oh, shit.... I must have bored him. I have the tendency to ramble on and on about stupid things.... "I'm sorry. I talk a lot.... Especially about stuff that upsets me.... Wow! I did it again!"
"No, no. It's okay. I can tell you don't have anyone to talk to about these things, so it's perfectly fine. I can get the same way." Liam reassures me. "Well, if you need me, I'm your neighbor. Just come next door."
"Okay. Thank you for helping me with my bags."
"No problem."
He walks out of the room with a warm smile on his face. I hear him talking to some other guys. Who are they? I'll find out later, I need to unpack. I pick up one of my suitcases.
"See ya later Ms. Heroux!" A boy screams, making Grandma laugh. I shake my head. I know for sure that wasn't Liam. It' must be one of his friends....
I pick up my shirt and stomp up the stairs, making sure I slam the door. I can tell Mom flinched. I smile at the thought her discomfort. I would have much rather lived with Dad, but he got my sister, Ally. I love Dad more than Mom by far.
"Primrose Tyler Heroux! You are going to London whether you like it or not!" Mom screams at me. Uh oh, I know I'm in trouble now, she used my full name.... Understand my sarcasm.
"Fine!" I open my door, walk to the stairs and shout down to her. Mom smiles at me, taking in the victory. I groan and run back to my room, picking up my suitcase and fill it with all the clothes I own.
"You're leaving tomorrow!" She tells me. I roll my eyes. This is going to be the worst part of my life....
I have a few minutes of silence, which is really good for once, but then Mom barges into my room. I turn my back on her, bending over to pick a pair of pants I dropped.
"Primrose! What the hell is that on your back!?!" She yells, pointing to my dragon tattoo I got two weeks ago, along with my belly piercing (which she doesn't know about) and another one on the eyebrow. I don't answer and just put my things where they need to go. "Primrose Tyler! So help me, I will-"
"For God's sake Mom! I'm nineteen! It's a tattoo! Stop treating me like a child!"
"That's because you still act like one, Primrose!"
I stop, for once in my life I can't think of a come-back....
* * *
"Prim, it's so nice to see you again!" Grandma hobbles out of her house and over to me; arms wide and ready for a hug. I take it, needing the comfort for once. I smile weakly and grab as many bags as I can (I have, like, ten of them; 'cause I don't know how long I'm going to be here, so I took almost all of my possessions with me).
"Here, I'll help you." A British accent tells me. I turn around, seeing a boy around my age with light brown hair in the style of a buzz cut. His caramel eyes staring into my blue ones. He picks up a few bags and starts a conversation. "I'm Liam. What's your name?"
"Primrose. But I like to be called Prim." I respond, walking to the front door, Liam follows.
"Cool. I like that name. Why are you here?"
"'Cause my mother thought it would be fun to ship me off and live with Grandma." I retort bitterly. Liam has a shocked look on his face, I'm surprised by what he says next....
"Why would she do something like that?"
"Either she can't handle me or she doesn't want me anymore." I say, setting my bags in my new room, which was empty and dull. "I'm thinking the first. People say I'm a 'bad egg', but I just think I'm independent-minded...."
I turn to see Liam staring at me in disbelief. Oh, shit.... I must have bored him. I have the tendency to ramble on and on about stupid things.... "I'm sorry. I talk a lot.... Especially about stuff that upsets me.... Wow! I did it again!"
"No, no. It's okay. I can tell you don't have anyone to talk to about these things, so it's perfectly fine. I can get the same way." Liam reassures me. "Well, if you need me, I'm your neighbor. Just come next door."
"Okay. Thank you for helping me with my bags."
"No problem."
He walks out of the room with a warm smile on his face. I hear him talking to some other guys. Who are they? I'll find out later, I need to unpack. I pick up one of my suitcases.
"See ya later Ms. Heroux!" A boy screams, making Grandma laugh. I shake my head. I know for sure that wasn't Liam. It' must be one of his friends....
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