8 Chapter seven
I look like an idiot.
Standing in front of the mirror, I take in my appearance. With a white buttoned-down shirt complete with a green and slightly blue skirt. Long black socks that just come below my knee, and a green blazer and a tie to match. I look like shit. I can pull this off. I don't like wearing skirts. I don't enjoy showing off my legs, back home everything I wore was jeans and leggings. I feel exposed and I hate it. No matter. I will not be there for long, I just need to get a phone.
Putting the finishing touches to my hair I finish plating it finishing off my look.
The boxed hair dye I used before is starting to come away now and my hair looks like the poster of why not to use hair dyes. I used to have nice hair but it was a lot like my mums and with a little coaxing dad allowed to me to dye it. Good idea at the time but now it looks like a rats nest. Sighing out loud to my self I pick up the bag that was dropped off and head out my room for downstairs.
This will be the first time I've seen them in three days, and thankfully I'm feeling slightly better. Im not itching or angry, I think putting a plan in place to get out of here has given me something else to focus on.
Racing to the bottom of the stairs, I make my way to the kitchen. I must get something to eat to keep my energy up.if everything goes according to plan ill be out here by the end of the day.
marching to the kitchen I open the door and come face to face with the family. Ugh, I hate these people.
Al's eyes are on me as I make my way in. This house really is something. The kitchen is bigger than my house back home. Black marble tops with white cupboards. Polished White tiles on the floor and wow, she has the hanging pots.
Not knowing what to do, I cross my arms over my chest and clear my throat.
" Hi" I announce to them. When they say nothing I start to feel awkward.
Thomas is sitting at a small kitchen table, mum to his right and The antichrist to his left. Mom's in a red dress with her hair and makeup perfectly done. Thomas is in his black suit looking calm and collected as ever. Then there's Lucas. In a suit.like his father they look a lot alike . Except, Lucas is slightly blonde and taller. Those eyes hold me to the spot in the kitchen and I don't move. Why would they want me here? There the perfect fucking family. They don't need me and I don't need them.
Pulling my eyes away, I spin and head back out the door. Fuck this.
" Morning hunni, Do you want something to eat" the voice is my mom.
Turning slowly, I make my way towards the table. Ignoring the chair next to Lucas because that didn't go so well last time, I sit next to my mother.
" how are you feeling this morning" comes from Thomas.
" im orite," I say. Over the years I've been coming here my thick Scottish accident no-one here could understand me so I spoke more clearly and slowly so they could, but last night I decided I will talk my own way. They don't deserve it. I hope they cant understand
" Thats good. I see you are all ready for school." he says again.
" aye" I reply.
Nodding his head no-one says anything else. I need to act like I learned my lesson. I need them to let their guard down so I can be out this fucking place.
" oh hunni," mum says bring me out my thoughts.
" you're going to enjoy school. American school differs greatly from British schools, and I think you're going to enjoy this experience. " she says very chipper.
"Aye" I say again. I can't be bothered with this. I feel like banging my head on the fucking table. Ugh, I hate playing nice.
peering up from below my eyelashes I make eye contact with Lucas.. Deciding to see how far I can get I say in my nicest voice.
" Lucas, I'm very sorry for hitting you with a chair. I shouldn't have done that, I won't Do it again."
Narrowing his eyes like he knows exactly what IM up to he says nothing.
Looking back down to my lap like I am ashamed I smirk to myself.
"Aww baby, we know you didn't mean it. I'm thrilled to hear that you know it was wrong. How about we forget all about this and start fresh" mum pipes up from beside me.
swiveling to look at her I smile and say.
"I would like that mum".
Giving me a big smile, she asks me what I want for breakfast and leaves to go and get it. Still sitting looking at my lap, I pick off imaginary lint from my skirt. Isn't it time for school? I want to get out of here.
" Lucas will take you to school this morning. Then we will have a driver pick you up." announces Thomas.
"Ok " I mumble . Still looking down. Ha. This is working like a charm. Lifting my eyes again I see Lucas is still staring at me. I can fool mum and Thomas but I need to tread carefully with him.
Those eyes can hold me captive anywhere. They always have. I used to love Lucas. When I came here at first Lucas would make time for just me and him because mum and Thomas would be away. We where close at one time but when I started getting older my hate for him grew and grew. Scott pointed out how mum left me to raise him and how I'm second best compared to Lucas. I'm blind that way. I used to see good in people but Scott Opened my eyes and made me realise they where only wanting me for Appearances.They don't actually care.
"Here you go" comes from mum with a plate. She puts it in front of me and the smell of the eggs and bacon make my mouth water. One good thing about America the food is amazing.
Once I'm done Thomas tell me it's a time for school. Getting up I follow Lucas out the kitchen. When we get to the hall I inform him I left something in my room and quickly dash up the stair. Instead of going to mine I quickly go to Thomas and mums.
Opening the door I quickly make my way inside. Now where would my passport be?.
Running to Thomas side I open the drawers and look through. Not there.
Openen the second one I ruffle through the papers until I see the best thing I've seen Since I've been there. My fucking passport. Huh, that was easy.
Grabbing it quickly I run back out and grab my bag put the passport in it and run downstairs. When I reach the bottom I'm out of breath and say.
"Ready".
Narrowing his eyes to silts Lucas nod his head, spins and heads towards the entrance. Following quietly behind him. He makes his way to a black car sitting in the driveway. Opening the passenger door I get in, put my belt on and look out the window. Goodbye, I think to myself. I won be back today ill be gone and won't have to look at this place anymore.
When we pull away we make our way to the school.
Lucas still hasn't said anything? I wonder what's up? He usually can't wait to rip me a new one so him being quite is. Weird.
I hope he doesn't figure out my plan. Like I've said before I can't outrun him. No matter how good I am at something Lucas had to prove he was better. It's why he makes me so nervous. Lucas is smart. It's always been like he can see through me. I blame his eyes.
Pulling up to a large building with a beautiful green garden and large trees. I see all the other students in the same uniform as me laughing and talking with there friends. A pang hits my chest. I miss my friends.
Lucas parks outside then turn towards me.
" I'll be the one picking you up today forget what my dad said I don't trust you." he tells me.
"Okay" is the only response I give him.
His face is unreadable as he gives me a cold stare.
"What are you up to?". He asks me.
"I don't know what you're on about" I explain in a sweet voice with a big smile.
"Don't give me that Keira, I know your up to something. Whatever it is your planning get it out of you're head right now." his voice doesn't change.
"well I'm planning on going to school if that's what you mean".
Pressing his lips together he gives me a nod in assuming means I can go. Opening the door I get out and close it behind me. Dropping the fake smile from my face I make my way towards the the school. When I get five steps away from the car Lucas shouts my name.
"Yes," I say turning towards the car.
"i mean it Keira dont try anything" he states to me with hard look.
Nodding my head I turn around not giving anything away and square my shoulders and make my way towards the entrance.
