My Consequences by EMMA SMITH (librera reader TXT) 📖

Chapter 1:on Probation



-Kara

My name is Kara Miller, I am tall, thin , with strait natural blond hair, and teal eyes with black rings around the outside of the iris. My life fell apart when I was 15. It was like a blur to me. All I remember was my friends and I , they wanted to take me to a party so I came along. Then I had some alcohol. The next thing I Knew was I woke up on a couch with my friends next to me. After that my mom couldn’t take living with “a delinquent” so she kicked me out. After that, I bounced around place to place. It was as I was just drifting away and not getting anywhere. I kept calling my last high school years “a three year hangover”, but I deserve it. I mean, I got a nose piercing at thirteen, started drinking at 14, and had a tattoo by 15. I was inconsiderate and a total bitch. My friend’s parents would tell me to leave after a week or so. Like they say “ what goes around comes around.”
It was only last week right before I got kicked out of Tammie’s house, when I was e-mailing my best friend and pen pal, Diana.
KaRRA.Mill7761: Hey girly, what up.
Diana.britOXOX : Not much. U?
KaRRA.Mill7761: Life’s good… about to be kicked out. The usual -_-
Diana.britOXOX: ahhh…hey can I ask you something?
KaRRA.Mill7761: sure
Diana.britOXOX: what happened 2 u? I mean you were almost perfect before I moved.
KaRRA.Mill7761: I really do not know. I guess I crashed and burned without you keeping me in check.LOL
Diana.britOXOX: Hey, you are going to be kicked out soon right?
KaRRA.Mill7761:yes … thanks for reminding me /=(
Diana.britOXOX: What if you move in with me this summer?
KaRRA.Mill7761: r u sure?
Diana.britOXOX: ya! Maybe I can get you back on track.
KaRRA.Mill7761: alright then. I’m moving to England
Diana.britOXOX: YES!!!!!!!

Before I knew it, I am a high school graduate, and am on a plain to England. I am happy to have a fresh start and to see Diana again. Diana moved to New Hampshire when she was nine and moved back when she was thirteen. Diana is pure perfection , she is quiet , thinks before she acts, is kindhearted, smart, short caramel brown hair , tall and thin enough to be a model, and has these amazing shining glacier blue eyes. She is the only person in the world that I can count on. When Diana was Sixteen, her mom remarried, but six months later her new husband and her died in a car accident. She can’t even speak about it even know.
I looked out the window to see New Hampshire fading away. I could feel my face light up. “I am free! I think I’ll take a nap to make the time go by faster.” I laid my head back and blacked out.
I felt the plane descending, and eminently woke up. I glanced out the window and there it was! England! As soon as the plane landed I wanted to jump off and rush to see Diana. I stared fidgeting in my seat. A man across from me stared at me for a minute now,
“Dude, calm down.” He said. I folded my hands and hung my head.
“sorry,” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. The man continued to stare at me. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him the ‘ you must be crazy’ look
“what?” I said. The man stared at me with his eyebrows raised.
“It’s your first time in England. Isn’t it."
“Yes. I’m moving here.” After I said this I looked up at him. He laughed at me.
“That’s a riot!” he snickered.

I got off the plane and started looking around for Diana. There in the distance I saw her, and she saw me as well. She waved at me. I ran down the stairs with my extra large duffle bag slung over my shoulder. I ran up to her and hugged her. She hugged me as well and laughed,
“God, I missed you, Kara!”

Diana drove me to her town house that would be my new home. We drove up to the curb and I saw a three-floored brick house, with a small green fount lawn, a white picket fence, and a white narrow but tall front door who’s white paint was faded and peeling off.The inside of the house was very plain ; it had the basics, couch, TV, kitchen, etcetera. The staircase was wooden with a landing in the middle.
“Kara, your room is this way.” Diana pulled my arm and lead me up the stairs and to the last door at the far end of the hall. I opened the door and saw a Victorian style room. Of course why did I expect anything else different? There was something about this room though. I looked at the window , the wind was softly blowing the silk curtains,and the golden sun light shined down on the sheets of the bed. It felt…It....felt…safe…that’s the word.
"Well, I’ll let you unpack.” Diana patted me on the shoulder and left the room. I pulled my iPod nano 5th generation out, unplugged the headphones, and let the music play out loud. I unpacked my clothes, laptop, a few books, few CD’s, the last thing I unpacked was the photo of my dad, who died when I was ten. The room was officially mine! I sat in my new window set, and stared at the sky. The gentle wind blew on my face. I heard Diana coming into my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Diana’s brown short hair. I smiled, and turned my head towards her. It was not Diana. It was a man,but I didn’t really focus on him looks because, #1 - I was petrified with fear, and #2- I was pretty sure that only Daina and I lived here! So naturally, the first the thing that popped into my head to explain this was “home invasion and rape,” like the stories you hear about in law and order SVU. I quickly grabbed the pillow next to me, threw it at him, and screamed.
“how are you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. The corner of the pillow hit him in the eye. He covered his eye and grounded in pain.
“What was that for?” he asked. I heard Diana coming up the stairs; she ran to my room and saw this very confusing moment.
“Kara? What’s wrong?” she looked at me franticly, she then looked down at the man on the floor,
“Michael? Why are on the floor?”Wait...she knew him! Daina looked at me in confusion.
“I thought he was a perv, so I threw a pillow at him and it hit him in the eye.” I explained innocently as possible. Diana put her hand on her forehead and said,
“Both of you, down stairs. Now.”

-Michael

I had nothing better to do except sit in my room waiting for my stepsister, Diana, to get home. She had said that her good friend from America was moving in with us. She also said that she has a strong will, a good sense of justice, pretty, and this was all fine except for the fact she also said that the new girl had major issues. I didn’t remember her name though. I imagined her to have a nose ring, heavy eyeliner, and layered jet-black hair, and pail skin. This was going to be hell on earth. Just then, I heard a car door shut and then a second car door shut. I knew Diana brought “it” home with her. I heard Diana tell her
“Kara, your room is this way.” Kara! That was her name I hear them walk past my room and into the guest bedroom. I heard Kara unpacking her stuff. It took about an hour. I couldn’t take it any more I hade to know what she looked like and if she was the emo chick I imagined her to be. I walked down the hall, and Diana went up the stairs and into the bathroom. I walked and looked into Kara’s room. I was in total shock. She was not emo at all. I saw a girl with long blond hair, who was sitting in the window seat and looking outside. She looked like a painting sitting there. She turned around and had captivating blue-green eyes and a bright smile. I could not believe that Diana thinks she has behavior issues. Unfortunately, her perfect smile turned in absolute fear. She backed up into the corner of the window and grabbed the pillow next to her, and threw it at me. I found the behavior issues part.

-Kara
The two of us were sitting on the couch glaring at each other while Diana glared at us.
“Kara, What the hell? I told you I have a stepbrother living with me!