Bloodsucking Beauties

Maya is back in Sydney after the shocking death of her mother. All she has is an abusive father and a depressed brother. And Michael … her ex boyfriend, who has haunted her dreams for the past five years…


3. Australia

"Maya. Maya. MAYA!" A stern voice screamed. It belonged to my dad. "What the hell are you wearing!?!"

"My green day top," I sweetly smiled innocently. "Oh, and some black, skinny, ripped jeans," I said dumbly.

He grunted, obviously not pleased with my outfit choice. But I don't give two shits. He's the one who's making me move back!

I started to pack my things. After all, the plane is due in, errr, oh yeah, FOUR HOURS!

I'm only packing clothes and things, not my desk or wardrobe or anything.

I packed two pairs of acid was jeans, one ripped, one pair of acid wash shorts, six different coloured plaid shirts, two pairs of skinny, ripped backed jeans, some band shirts, some frayed shorts, some other coloured jeans and my favourite hoodies/jumpers.

I also got my essentials, such as towels, underwear, socks, my skateboard, my xbox, some baseball caps, some chockers, books, CDs, films and my MP3 player. My headphones and phone were in my carry on bag. And so was a family picture of me, Kyle, dad and mom.

I could feel a tear in my eye, before I put away my makeup bag in my handbag, with my brush. Done!

I couldn't be bothered getting my shoes so I threw them away, but my dad had thought otherwise and put them in his suitcase.

Along with some of 'my' clothes. He bought me some sickly white, cream, pink, mint, and other soft coloured clothes like that. And dresses. I'm not going to wear them though!

*skip car ride and airport stuff. Plane is landing*

Uggggh! Were nearly here. I could feel my ears pop from the pressure. My dad was quietly cheering and Kyle was chatting up some dark haired girl on the seat behind him.

I was dreading it! What if-

No, I must stop! Mikeys gone, I'll never see him again. I started smiling until a TV screen turned on and showed a message saying "we are arriving!" And the air hostess sat down and started shouting "10, 9, 8, 7 ..." Until the plane juddered and gently hit the runway.

This is it Maya, we're back I'm Australia!

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