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AHHH! Yet another story, i can't help it, i think of something i write it! Currently has no title because i can't think of one, so idea's welcomed.
“I don’t want to go! Let me go!” She screamed. He pulled her through the door. It slammed shut with a bang.
“Collette Sanders.” She frowned at her name. She hated Collette.
“Yeah?” She turned her head to the person. She was lying on the bed in the cell with her hands behind her head.
“Your uncle is here.” The cell door slid open and the officer waited for her. He looked to be in his mid twenties with short brown hair neatly combed and bright blue eyes. Collette swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She stretched as she walked to the officer. He led her to the reception area where a tall business looking man in a black suit was waiting. His brown hair was messy, like he had run his hands through it in frustration. His black tie was pulled down slightly and his top and second button was undone and his shirt was un-tucked. He was seated until Collette entered his sight.
“Collette Jayne Sanders, what did you do this time?” His green eyes flashed with anger.
“Sleep.” She mumbled groggily and ran a hand through her dyed dark blue hair. “And I was enjoying it too.”
“Not in the cell!” Her uncle snarled through gritted teeth. “What did you do to get into trouble?”
“Nothing.” She whined.
“Mr. Swimmer.” Another man stepped forward and extended his hand. He was wearing a brown suit with a black shirt, but no tie. He had green eyes, his graying hair was short and combed back. “I’m James Wilson, her social worker. We spoke on the phone.”
Mr. Swimmer shook his hand and nodded. “What did she do? Why won’t my sister take her?”
“She didn’t do anything Mr. Swimmer. There was a bit of a brawl in one of the shopping centers and she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Wilson reassured him. “But I’m afraid your sister thought the worst and handed her over to you.”
“I had to come out of a very important meeting for you, young lady.” He turned back to Wilson. “I’m sorry about this.”
“It’s not a problem. May I ask how you’re related?”
“Her father’s half brother.”
Wilson nodded. “Very well, you can go now. And thank you for coming for her; we didn’t want to leave her in there.”
“Well thank you very much, Mr. Wilson. I’ll be in touch when she’s settled.” He left with Collette sleepily in tow and made their way to a blue Jaguar.
“Why am I going with you again?” Collette asked through a yawn and got into the car. Her uncle dropped in seconds after.
“Because you drove Sarah mad.” He stated simply and started up the car. “With your behavior and grades. You’re what fourteen? Fifteen?”
“Sixteen. I’m done with school.”
“And when you were there you were in trouble or playing truant.” He sighed.
“C’mon Uncle Pete, you’re telling me you never got into trouble or skived off school?” There was a long pause after that. “Well?”
“No. That’s why I’m a successful business man.” She chuckled at the obvious lie and yawned, rested her head back and closed her eyes. “You won’t get anywhere in life if you don’t have an education, Collette.”
“Don’t call me Collette.” She mumbled.
“What?” He glanced at her.
“Don’t call me Collette. I hate it.”
“Fine, I’ll call you Col or do you prefer Ette?” He chuckled at his own joke.
“I prefer Sanders and what time is it?”
“Nine twelve. It’ll be a couple of hours yet.”
She had been in that cell all day for something she didn’t do, and she had that freaky dream again. It didn’t make sense. Was that girl supposed to be her? Surely she’d remember, wouldn’t she?
“Hm?” She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the clock. The red digital numbers shone eleven. She yawned and stepped out of the Jag. The drive was at a steep angle leading to the house. It was too dark to see the colour but most of the lights were on. “I thought you lived alone?”
“No, I have a girlfriend. She’s nice you’ll like her.” He opened the front door and let her in first. She took off her trainers and looked around. The walls were a deep white with a cream carpet that matched the sofa and two chairs. The living was also the dining room with a dark brown, polished table and chairs. To the left of her were the stairs. A delicious smell filled the room. It was coming from the kitchen.
“Sally, I’m back!” Pete called into the house. “Come meet Collette.”
“Coming!” A high sing song voice rang from the kitchen and a woman appeared. She had blonde hair that was pulled back into a bun and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a pink apron over a lime green dress and green shoes to match. She took one look at Collette and instantly hugged her. “She’s so pretty!” She squealed “I can’t believe this is your niece, Peter.”
“Well, it is.” He yawned. “I find it hard to believe too.”
Collette was still half asleep and didn’t understand what was going on. Sally still had her in a tight hug and Collette was grateful she wasn’t cutting off her oxygen. She could smell Sally’s perfume, or was it her shampoo? Either way it was something fruity. Suddenly Sally pulled away and cupped Collette’s face in her hand. She let out a squeal again.
“I love those eyes!” She smiled “They’re so unusual.” Collette blinked. She was slowly waking up again and started to recognize the accent. Sally was American. Sally let go of her face and started tugging at her hair a little bit. Collette winced but tried to ignore it.
There’s a crazy blonde American woman tugging at my hair. She thought to herself. What do I do?
“Peter, she’s so lovely!” She hugged Collette again. “She’ll get along great with Jacob!”
“Jacob?” Collette mumbled into Sally’s apron. It was the first word she’d said to Sally since she arrived.
“My son.” She smiled and turned her head to the stairs. “Jacob! Come meet Peter’s niece!” She then headed to the kitchen. Collette looked to Peter who was sat on a chair looking over his shoulder at her.
“Is she on American time or something?”
“Constantly.” He chuckled.
“I keep expecting a pink poodle to appear.”
Peter extended his finger to the roof “Upstairs, but it’s not pink. Jacob has a puppy too.” Collette nodded and sat on the sofa. She was still tired but didn’t feel like going to sleep.
“Collette, would you like a cookie!?” Sally called from the kitchen.
Is that what that smell is? “Erm…no thanks!”
“You should try one.” A smooth voice ran throughout the room. Collette turned to the stairs, expecting either a bratty American snob or a hyped up American like Sally. She saw neither. Jacob stood around 5”8; he was tanned with dyed dark purple hair and blue-green eyes. He wore a baggy black hoody and baggy black pants with a rip across the knee.
“Jacob.” Pete smiled. “This is Collette.”
“Sanders.” She corrected. “My name’s Sanders.”
“Right.” Pete nodded. “This is ‘Sanders’, my niece. ‘Sanders’, Jacob is, as you know, Sally’s son. He’s the same age as you.” The teens nodded to each other. Pete looked to each of them and sighed. “Jacob, why don’t you show Col-‘Sanders’ to your room.” He smirked slightly, trying not to laugh. Collette frowned.
“I’m sharing a room with him?”
“Just for tonight, there are some boxes in the guest room that need moving.”
“Great.” She mumbled to herself and followed Jacob upstairs. His room was unusually clean. The carpet was red; the walls were white with various posters and drawings all over it. Jacob’s bed was neatly made with plain black covers. The spare fold up bed on the floor was neatly made with fresh blue covers. In the corner was a desk with a pc and a stereo on it. She looked around carefully then sat on the spare bed. Jacob sat on his.
“How come you’re living here?” He asked nonchalantly.
“There was a fight in a shopping center in Leeds. A few people got arrested for no reason and I was one of them. My auntie Sarah flipped and said she didn’t want me anymore.” She looked up at him. “I suppose you know the tragic story of how I ended up with Sarah?” Jacob nodded and they were quiet again.
