Ok, so I was sorta thinking about my life and everything else and what could make it worse or if possible crazier, then random fun ideas started to pop into my head and I wrote them all down, I'd like to keep this going as a real story as the theme is so strong in my life I can relate to it and I love a story I can relate to, so maybe other people can too.

Anyway, I have major commitments at because I have many in-progress fics, so I may not update quickly, but if people like the story and want me to update then I will!

Happy reading )

My life is not going to plan at the moment to say the least.

After spending 15 minutes of my precious morning searching for my hair straighteners, I figured that they had probably been smuggled into the dark realms of hell, or as it is better known my little brothers bedroom.

Composing myself at the door I slowly let my hand reach out for the handle. Looking around I soon discovered thanks to the heavy curtains pulled across the window there was no way I’d think about finding anything in here. Carefully picking my path across his room to the window I thought I might just make it unharmed until my foot seemed to collide with something hard and I fell flat on my face. Standing up gingerly and rubbing the spot on my face where I’d hit the floor it muttered angrily to myself, that my friend was going to leave on hell of a bruise.

I finally reached the window and pulled back the curtains blinking in the sudden sunlight. When I turned back to the room I spotted the hair straighteners immediately despite the huge mountains of junk my brother seemed to accumulate in his room. I picked them up to inspect for any damage and to my horror saw that a action ma doll… or I presumed he had been one, had been melted in my hair straighteners leaving one side traced with plastic and the other half still attached to the half melted doll.

Angrily stomping out of my room I quickly found my brother watching the TV downstairs.

“What in gods name have you done to my hair straighteners?” I screamed, when I got no reply I proceeded to switch the TV of at the wall which immediately got his attention.

“I was watching that!” He protested.

“What have you done to my hair straighteners?” I screamed again.

“There not hair straighteners” He said simply “There torture twisters”

“Oh yeah?” I snarled “Well I’ll use them to torture you in a minute”

“Mom!” My little brother wailed “Kate says she’s gonna torture me!”

God, that was all I needed, a confrontation with my mother before the day of school hell started. I tried to make a break for the stairs but my mum was quickly in the room before I could escape.

“Katherine!” She said sharply as I groaned, I hated my full name it was so coarse and old-fashioned. “What have you been saying to Kyle?”

“More like what has Kyle been doing to my things” I said angrily showing her the hair straighteners.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to dear, it was probably an accident, so there’s no need to talk to your brother like that” She said airily.

“Yes mummy I didn’t mean to, it was an accident” Kyle said putting on his fake I’m-so-innocent voice, god that boy knew how to milk it.

“See what did I tell you?” My mum said after smiling at Kyle “Now go and get ready for school Katherine your going to be late!”

I quickly ran upstairs throwing my hair into a ponytail as I went hoping to at least attempt and hide the horror of what my hair looked like without its strict routine.

Rooting around for my bag I quickly threw my swimming costume inside.

That was another reason my life wasn’t going to plan. As if it wasn’t hard enough having to endure sport classes with these stick thin, under fed, bitchy girls who seemed to dominate my life, and watch them glide past me with ease as I spluttered behind them gasping for breathe, it was last week announced that my sports group would be doing swimming. So now not only do I have to endure the silly bitchy looks of the skinny female population I have to parade around in a swimming costume which frightfully shows off all my extra wobbly bits. At least now where ‘young adults’ we get single-sex sports groups, I do try and thank god for small mercies.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder I run down the stairs and out of the house to meet the boy I love, the one I worship above all others with his golden blonde hair and cheeky smile… this bit sounds good right? You’d be wrong.

You see, this is the once person who would never feel that way back, the one person who would never love me the way I love him, James Peak, sex god or as many people know him my best friend.

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