Cut Up Angels, chapter 1
Everyone looked up in surprise when I entered the hotel. I knew they had expected me to be a blonde stuck up Barbie doll but instead they got a normal (well some refer to me as freak) 15 year old. I have long shining black hair with a fridge that drapes over one of my bright green eyes. I also have pale vampire like skin (hence the reason people call me a freak) and long witchy nails painted black most of the time.
"Raven!" My dad, the owner of the hotel, exclaimed.
"Hi dad," I sighed. Him and my mum had divorced when I was 5 years old and my mum had got full custody. She'd been an alcoholic for most of my life after that but I'd still loved her. Sometimes it had been like we'd swapped roles and she was the daughter and I was her mum. It had been me and her against the world for the 10 years of my life my father had been absent for. That all had to change after her car accident. She'd dies after 3 days of being in a coma. I could feel the tears prickling in the backs of my eyes just thinking about her.
"Where's Jack?" Dad asked referring to my 17 year old brother.
Me and Jack had always been more like best mates then brother and sister. He'd never really got along with mum and had moved into our Nan's house almost straight after dad had left.
"He should be here soon," I replied glancing round the lobby. This place was huge.
Receptionists, hotel janitors, entertainers and guests hurried by as I waited for my brother to arrive.
Jack walked in through the main entrance 5 minutes later. He's quite tall with shaggy black hair that has the occasional red streak; it falls almost over his deep grey eyes (which he takes after dad with).
"Right," my dad said clapping his hands together. "I'll show you where your rooms are."
Jack sent me a smile as the three of us stepped into the elevator. He knows how much I'm scared of those things.
The elevator stopped at the 10th floor and dad stepped out. Me and Jack followed.
"Raven this is your room," dad announced dropping the suitcase he'd been carrying for me outside a room numbered 66.
"And Jack yours is next door. I've organised a table for the three of us in the restaurant downstairs at 6 so make sure you're there," dad grinned. Next minute he was gone.
"Well see ya in... " there was a pause as Jack looked at his watch for the time "half an hour baby sister," he smiled then walked into his room.
"Ye, see ya," I mumbled as his door slammed shut behind him.
I stepped into my room after picking up my suitcase. I gasped in surprise; this one room was almost twice the size of the grotty apartment I used to live in with mum.
I threw my 2 suitcases (I'd been carrying the other one) and my backpack type of thing (that had been on my back) onto the bed and walked over to the T.V in the corner of the room. After collapsing on one of the huge comfy chairs I picked up the remote and flicked Kerrang tv on.
"Raven!! I'm heading down to the restaurant, you coming?" Jack shouted from outside my door 25 minutes later.
"Sure, I'll be there in a sec!" I shouted back, searching for my black converses.
I found them 10 minutes later. I flung my door open to find the corridor empty: no Jack. He'd obviously got tired of waiting and gone down without me. Patience was never one of his strong points.
Not wanting to go in the elevator alone (yes, I'm that scared of them) I ran towards the stairs, not noticing the porter walking round the corner... well until I bumped into him resulting in him dropping the carefully folded snow white towels he'd been carrying.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I apologised picking some of the towels up for him.
When I stood up straight and looked in his direction so I could hand him the towels I noticed that he was only my age. He had dark hair, a lip ring and the most beautiful, mesmerising hazel eyes that I could've stared into all night.
Instead of accepting my apology he grabbed the towels, scowled at me then stormed off.
I stared in the direction he'd gone wondering what had just happened.
I suddenly remembered that I was late and ran downstairs, but not before one last glance in the direction he'd gone.
"Nice hair," Jack smirked when I reached the table. I bit my bottom lip when I remembered that I'd pulled my hair into a messy ponytail when I was in my room to keep it out of my eyes as I tired to unpack at least some of my stuff.
"Sorry," I said to my dad when I realised how scruff I must've looked. "And I'm sorry I'm late," I added sitting down next to Jack.
"Well, at least you're here now," dad smiled but I could tell that, deep down, my lateness had really bothered him.
It was 9pm by the time our meal was over. It had taken me and Jack half an hour to convince dad that we were veggies and yes that meant that we didn't eat any meat.
I tucked my 2 suitcases underneath the bed then climbed onto it, taking my notebook out of my backpack thingy.
Apart from the old family picture I had my notebook was my most prized (and very private) possession. It was filled with drawings and random song words.
I started to sketch what I could remember of the porter I had bumped into.
Five minutes into my sketch my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi hun!" Came my best mate from my old school, Chase's, voice. "How's life for ya?" he asked.
"It's torture here," I sighed then told him about my dad, the hotel and my incident with the porter.
"Well, I've always had you down as a bit of a klutz," he laughed.
"Ye, thanks," I replied miserably.
"Wait... you like this guy don't you!" Chase exclaimed.
"No I don't," I said blushing a bit. I didn't like him... did I?
"Raven!" My dad, the owner of the hotel, exclaimed.
"Hi dad," I sighed. Him and my mum had divorced when I was 5 years old and my mum had got full custody. She'd been an alcoholic for most of my life after that but I'd still loved her. Sometimes it had been like we'd swapped roles and she was the daughter and I was her mum. It had been me and her against the world for the 10 years of my life my father had been absent for. That all had to change after her car accident. She'd dies after 3 days of being in a coma. I could feel the tears prickling in the backs of my eyes just thinking about her.
"Where's Jack?" Dad asked referring to my 17 year old brother.
Me and Jack had always been more like best mates then brother and sister. He'd never really got along with mum and had moved into our Nan's house almost straight after dad had left.
"He should be here soon," I replied glancing round the lobby. This place was huge.
Receptionists, hotel janitors, entertainers and guests hurried by as I waited for my brother to arrive.
Jack walked in through the main entrance 5 minutes later. He's quite tall with shaggy black hair that has the occasional red streak; it falls almost over his deep grey eyes (which he takes after dad with).
"Right," my dad said clapping his hands together. "I'll show you where your rooms are."
Jack sent me a smile as the three of us stepped into the elevator. He knows how much I'm scared of those things.
The elevator stopped at the 10th floor and dad stepped out. Me and Jack followed.
"Raven this is your room," dad announced dropping the suitcase he'd been carrying for me outside a room numbered 66.
"And Jack yours is next door. I've organised a table for the three of us in the restaurant downstairs at 6 so make sure you're there," dad grinned. Next minute he was gone.
"Well see ya in... " there was a pause as Jack looked at his watch for the time "half an hour baby sister," he smiled then walked into his room.
"Ye, see ya," I mumbled as his door slammed shut behind him.
I stepped into my room after picking up my suitcase. I gasped in surprise; this one room was almost twice the size of the grotty apartment I used to live in with mum.
I threw my 2 suitcases (I'd been carrying the other one) and my backpack type of thing (that had been on my back) onto the bed and walked over to the T.V in the corner of the room. After collapsing on one of the huge comfy chairs I picked up the remote and flicked Kerrang tv on.
"Raven!! I'm heading down to the restaurant, you coming?" Jack shouted from outside my door 25 minutes later.
"Sure, I'll be there in a sec!" I shouted back, searching for my black converses.
I found them 10 minutes later. I flung my door open to find the corridor empty: no Jack. He'd obviously got tired of waiting and gone down without me. Patience was never one of his strong points.
Not wanting to go in the elevator alone (yes, I'm that scared of them) I ran towards the stairs, not noticing the porter walking round the corner... well until I bumped into him resulting in him dropping the carefully folded snow white towels he'd been carrying.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I apologised picking some of the towels up for him.
When I stood up straight and looked in his direction so I could hand him the towels I noticed that he was only my age. He had dark hair, a lip ring and the most beautiful, mesmerising hazel eyes that I could've stared into all night.
Instead of accepting my apology he grabbed the towels, scowled at me then stormed off.
I stared in the direction he'd gone wondering what had just happened.
I suddenly remembered that I was late and ran downstairs, but not before one last glance in the direction he'd gone.
"Nice hair," Jack smirked when I reached the table. I bit my bottom lip when I remembered that I'd pulled my hair into a messy ponytail when I was in my room to keep it out of my eyes as I tired to unpack at least some of my stuff.
"Sorry," I said to my dad when I realised how scruff I must've looked. "And I'm sorry I'm late," I added sitting down next to Jack.
"Well, at least you're here now," dad smiled but I could tell that, deep down, my lateness had really bothered him.
It was 9pm by the time our meal was over. It had taken me and Jack half an hour to convince dad that we were veggies and yes that meant that we didn't eat any meat.
I tucked my 2 suitcases underneath the bed then climbed onto it, taking my notebook out of my backpack thingy.
Apart from the old family picture I had my notebook was my most prized (and very private) possession. It was filled with drawings and random song words.
I started to sketch what I could remember of the porter I had bumped into.
Five minutes into my sketch my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi hun!" Came my best mate from my old school, Chase's, voice. "How's life for ya?" he asked.
"It's torture here," I sighed then told him about my dad, the hotel and my incident with the porter.
"Well, I've always had you down as a bit of a klutz," he laughed.
"Ye, thanks," I replied miserably.
"Wait... you like this guy don't you!" Chase exclaimed.
"No I don't," I said blushing a bit. I didn't like him... did I?
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