Brand new start

this is a story about a girl named Freya, she's 16 years old and just moved London with her mum to meet her step dad and her step sisters, Ruby and Poppy.
she already lived in many places, mostly because her mother married a lot, but this time her mother seems pretty determined to make this weeding work...
maybe this will be the last marriage and Freya will finally have the chance to start over...
Hope you like it


1. Pilot

- Jorgie! - i heard my mum's voice yelling making me wake up from my uncomfortable sleep. i sat straight on the cold black mercedes back seat and laid my head against the window looking to the grey sky and felling the cold window against the top of my head. my mum kept talking on the phone, since the moment we got of the plain, it wasn't any thing new and if she wasn't on the phone we would or be in complete silence or in some stupid fight over some stupid thing has always.

the usual topic was my mum complaining about me never trying to get along with our new family, but has i already told her, the time we spend with that family is never enough to bond, she usually gets tired fast of people and moves on to marry another billionaire.

i mean i can't really complain about it, with all of this billionaires things, i get to buy everything i want or need and has they are always to busy, or working or on the phone, i have complete control of my life, i go out when i want, buy what i want, do what i fell like doing and my mum doesn't give a shit about it...

i passed my finger on the window, cleaning some drops of rain that were coming in from the semi open window, the drop rolled down my finger and fell on my jeans leaving his dark mark on them.

my mum kept talking on the phone and at the same time tipping something on her computer, looking at me from the corner of her eye, watching my every move, probably worried i was gonna say or do something that would embarrass her, so i just kept my mouth shut and stretched my legs against the back of the front seat.

we had been inside this car for almost two hours and my brain was starting to freak out, so i opened my window a bit more.

the air outside was cold and sad, but to me it was my type of weather, it was cold but not freezing and the grey skies made me fell happy and at the same time tired, don't ask me why, but this was one of the reasons why i liked London so much, its weather always made me fell happier and living here didn't sound has such a bad idea, so lets hope this weeding last more than all the previous...

the car started to slow down and i looked around, to see where were we exactly, it was a long street with many big houses with big gardens, they were all very different from the others, some more modern and others more classic. it looked like one of those neighbourhoods that you see in movies but the only difference is that in movies, people are pretending to be snobs and superior from the others and here, they really do believe that they are superior to all beings who cohabit with them.

ok, now i'm sounding a bit grumpy and snob, but the truth is i'm not, i'm just this regular girl, i wear jeans, i listen to music all the time, i like scary and sappy movies and i like to have my own space, but with my mums life style i don't get to have it for more than just a few mouths or if i'm lucky a year.

so, yes, this is my life and right now the car is stopping in front of this big brick house, which i presume i will be calling my house at least for a while.

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