This is for the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

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This is for the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

Chapter 2


by: Apathy_
Sleeping. Isn’t it amazing? When you’re four years old, it’s a terrible waste of time, but for us teenagers, it’s a blessing. Ironic, isn’t it, how you’re forced to sleep when you don’t want to, and when all you want to do is sleep you’re forced to arise every morning murderously early for the medieval-style torture they call school.

Sleeping is letting go. When you’re asleep, all of your problems just slip away and for a few hours, nothing matters anymore. Not fights with your friends, not squabbles with your boyfriend, and that algebra test in the morning? When you’re asleep, horrors such as algebra are banished from your mind.

I always find the world to be such a disappointment once I wake up.

“Wake up!”

And that would be my beloved mother, shrieking at me from the next room and interrupting the few moments in my life that I had of utter serenity.

“Hurry up! Get dressed; your bags are in the car!”

Of course. Today was the day when Mum ‘whisked us all away on a whirlwind adventure, sure to end in happiness.’ She was obsessed with adventures and happiness. Dad said it was one of the reasons that he fell in love with her in the first place. To me, it’s just annoying. I can be happy at home. With the internet. And Tumblr.

I got up out of bed anyway, no matter how much I wished to remain asleep. The sky outside was bright, but dotted with huge fluffy clouds. My laptop was lying right where I had left it the previous night, when I looked at the clock and realized that it was three in the morning and that I needed to sleep.

I heaved my half-asleep body out of the bed and pulled on a pair of light blue skinny jeans, an oversized sweater, legwarmers and my galaxy-print Toms. Pulling my hair hastily into a messy top knot, I grabbed my laptop, shoved it into my laptop case and slung my lomo camera over my shoulder. A quick slick of eyeliner, some lip gloss and a coat of mascara and I was good to go.

“Scarlett! Come on, we’re leaving, like, now!”

Cue the bratty twelve year old brother, Kai.

“Coming!” I yelled back, rolling my eyes.

“Hurry up!”

“I said, I’m coming!”

I took the stairs two at a time, skipping the last four completely and landing with a thud on the carpet. My green and pink polka-dot suitcase was lying abandoned in the hall, and through the open front door I could see my parents and brother sitting in the car waiting, with the boot swung open. I grabbed my case, ran out the door and locked it behind me. Dad beeped the horn impatiently.

“Hold your cheese, I’m coming!”

Kai emitted a squawk of laughter. “Did she just say hold your cheese?!”

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