But Only In Red Ink || #Wattys2017

Chapter One

by the way, this is also a Michael Fassbender fanfiction. 😁 just sayin.

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Today is Monday. Tomorrow will be Tuesday. The day after is my Birthday. Eighteen at last.  I sigh at these thoughts as I stay in my bed, staring at the wall.

My phone rang on my bedside table. Picking it up to check the caller ID, I saw it was my best friend Becky. I answered quickly because it wasn't normal for her to call before school. Normally she would just text.

"Hey, you're still skipping today right?" She asked.

"Mhm." I groaned, sitting up.

"And you're going research at my house, yeah?"

"Yes'm."

"Want me to leave my laptop downstairs?" I could hear her picking up her keys on the other side of the line.

"No, I'll bring the one I just got for Christmas.. Just leave the wifi code-"

"Under an apple, gotcha." She hung up.

I had to think. Did I want to wait and sleep in or go ahead and get it over with? Sleeping in was no longer an option because I was wide awake as my sister, Lights, bursted into my room, blasting music from her phone. Moving her hips to the music, she asked to use my perfume. I sighed, rolling my eyes, muttering "go ahead."

She snatched my favorite P.S. I Love You fragrance. "Why you ain't up? You got school too don't you?"

Lights was two years younger than me and acted like my mother when she was still alive. Her long hair pooled to the bend of her back and was a deep red. Safe to say I somewhat envied her because she was so beautiful. She could pull a guy five times faster than I could. It seemed as if all the boys she'd dated worshipped the ground she walked on and never wanted to let her go. While with me, guys seemed to run away from me. Only because I "looked like commitment" or "the wifing type" as Lights would describe me. That always made me roll my eyes. What does that even mean?

"Yes, I have school but I'm spending today at Becky's house because I need to do work." I said. "And the wifi is turned off here so."

My dad walked past then came back, poking his head in. "You're skipping today?" His hair was a curly mess. I could tell he had just woken up from 10 hours of finally getting some sleep.

I nodded slowly.

"I'll write you a note once I get there. Bet?"

"Bet, dad." I chuckled.

My father, Tom, was born and raised in London so it sounded a little funny when he said things like that. He's still trying to catch up with slang young people use. The students in the drama club at my school helped him out with that when we wouldn't. Oh yeah, forgot to mention he's the drama teacher at my school. Was I embarrassed? No! I thought it was a little cool that's what my dad did for a living. He never did it for the money either. He just wanted to make art. Their current production was Les Miserables. My mother's favorite.

My mother died almost five years ago. She resembled the singer Sade but her skin was a shade darker. She was my father's first and only love and my role model. She was probably the sweetest woman you could ever meet even when battling cancer for fifteen years. Bad things happen to good people. That's just how life goes.

As soon as Dad disappeared into the corridor, my sister walked out as well. She came back after a few seconds. "Oh and white boy Ryan told me to tell you he said hey. I think he has a lil crush on you!" She giggled, walking away again.

I rolled my eyes, blushing. I knew it was bullshit. It had to be. Rising from my bed, I stretched for the ceiling and relaxed my body. I peeked through the blinds to see that it was raining hard outside. Looked like a messy bun hair day. Some Nikes, black leggings, and a Georgia Bulldog t-shirt would have to do. There was no reason to really dress up.

Once I got my clothes together, I went and started the shower. I normally played Amy Winehouse while showering but I was in a Marina and the Diamonds kind of mood. I turned on Immortal and stripped myself of all clothing and got in. Singing along, I washed my body a few times before getting out, brushing my teeth, and pulling clothes on. I looked in the mirror and decided nahh no eyeliner today. Finally ready, I grabbed my book bag along with my laptop and hoodie, then headed to my car.