Hey guys! Welcome to Living With The Walkerson Boys. I started this book in 2012 and am only just getting back to it after a busy and difficult couple of years. If you want more, then I need to hear it from you. I've received so much support already and I try to pass it on. So, if you like this book, please show some love! Now, on with the story!
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Sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, signalling a new day. Today was Monday, and as soon as my brain released what that meant, I let out a loud groan and mumbled something along the lines of 'please no'. Turning my head to my alarm clock, the numbers 8.12 blinked back at me, telling me that I had 8 minutes left until Beyonce told me to get the hell up.
Deciding to get up with a little head-start to the day, I switched off the clock and sat up from my messy double bed, thankful that my dad had gone for the biggest size so I could spread out the clutter, shoving my suddenly all-too-pink duvet off me and stumbling to my dresser. I sat in my chair and stared at my reflection, looking into the mirror and seeing which part of me would give first. I grimaced at my appearance; my chestnut hair fell at just below my shoulders in knots, last nights make-up was smudged across my face and there were bags under my eyes. I think I could even smell the beer I'd spilt on my now stained tank-top from last night.
I guess you could say I was a natural frigging beauty.
I walked over to my en-suite bathroom and into the small but sleek walk-in shower room. My house was no over-priced, obnoxiously large LA mansion or anything, but my dad was pretty well off, and therefore, so was I. I was lucky enough to have never experienced what it was like to have to scrape through the year. In fact, the opposite. We had 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms and a linked kitchen and living area, not to mention the pool outside. I wasn't rich but I sure as hell had more money than most of my friends. Which is probably the only reason I had so many.
After stepping out of the bathroom, freshly showered and a little bit more human, I threw on a denim bra-let and my favourite studded shorts, which finished about 3 quarters up from my knee. I had a feeling if I were to wear a bra-let and hot pants I would get a few too many stares from the guys at school. Don't get me wrong, I can't say I don't enjoy walking past people and knowing that I'm making them sweat, but when you get cat-called and touched below the belt, it kinda takes away the fun. Especially when you're expected to be grateful for the attention.
God, sometimes I wished I was a lesbian.
I threw on my white cotton, oversized cardigan, still unbuttoned, brushed out my hair before pulling it into a messy bun and putting on eyeliner and mascara along with my light pink lipstick. I shoved my sunglasses on top of my head and grabbed my shoulder bag, taking a last look at myself in the abyss of the mirror, looking into my eyes to see if anything broke. If the simulation shifted. I put on my black converse and tied up the white laces before making a run for the front door, breakfast could wait till later, I wanted to get the day over and done with.
Father dear, of course, had other plans.
"Ashleigh Rose, kitchen, right now!" Dad's voice just about reached a shout, which would have been almost cute if I wasn't itching to leave.
"Damn it, fine!" I snapped back without meaning to sound quite so spiteful.
I walked over to the kitchen, purposely taking my time. When I finally reached the cold marble counters, my dad had set two pop tarts and a glass of orange juice on the counter, a stern look on his face. When he saw my messy bun his face softened and he gave me a light smile; it was how he'd always done my hair as a child, mainly because that was about all he could manage. I smiled internally at the thought.
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Teen FictionAshleigh Rose is a few months turned 17, and loving life. Her life consists of going out with the guys, having fun with her friends and just being her quirky self. When her dad suddenly leaves for Canada, and tell her she's living with his childhood...