Starting New by Kirsty Cassia (bill gates book recommendations .txt) 📕

While they were being ordered, I waited for mum to finish on the phone to help me fix my furniture. Maggie looked a little lost on what to do. When mum finished, she gave us a small smile. “ok girls, we need to stick together to get fixing the furniture. We’re going to start on your room,” she said putting her gaze onto me before going back to Maggie, “and then yours, and then my room, in between we need to eat the pizza which should be on its way soon, and also fix the living room. We’ll work on the kitchen and dining room tomorrow,”

After that we got to work and set about doing the instructions she told us. 4 hours later and it was around 8:00pm. We were all worn out and tired, we had even got to putting the bed covers on the beds so they were ready to crash in.

When we finally had had enough we all ventured to our rooms and the house became silent. I had the room by the back garden and I could gently hear the outside birds. I slipped into a long wanted sleep. 

Chapter 3 – New things..

When I eventually woke, it felt as though I had slept for days instead  of hours. When I got up, it was about 9:00 am, surprisingly early for since my family all slept in super late, even my mum who in her new job would be getting up at 6:00 am in the morning. Sucks to be her.

It seemed I was the only one up so I set about finding my clothes still in boxes. I had decided I hated boxes. There was too many of them with too many things inside them.

I entered my en suit and found a box still unopened with all my bathroom bits, it was a small box with only my essentials; toothbrush, tooth paste, shampoo & conditioner, make up and all the lady stuff.

I set it all out along the bath side which was included in my bathroom along with a shower, sink and toilet and a heated radiator/towel rack on the wall. The bathroom seemed so expensive and luxurious that you could only find in five star hotels. I loved it and really couldn’t see myself getting used to it.

After yesterday’s look I decided today I could actually get ready properly by having a well needed shower, I made an effort in my hair by straightening it and putting my make-up on. This usually consisted of my concealer and foundation along with my power since my skin could get a little oily sometimes. I also put some mascara and blush on. I had learnt some tricks from Maggie since she was a makeup artist pro. She was taking a course on it in college to become a beauty artist in shops. She was even aspiring to own her own shop one day with her own range of products.

I was proud of how far she had come, she worked hard in school and I knew she would have a good chance of getting into the college she had picked. With her skills, she had taught me things when I had first started putting make up on so I did have some advantage to that.

When I finished pampering myself I went downstairs only to find my mum up sipping a cup of tea, we had amazingly been able to set up our kitchen table so we had something to sit in now instead f standing about randomly. The kitchen was almost done, we had a few bits to put away but most of it finished and it made it more homely.

“hey sweetie, how was your sleep?” my mum greeted looking up fronm some magazine she had. How she got that I had no idea.

“good, although I woke up earlier than usual,” I told her opening the cupboards only to find them empty. My belly rumbled in response and my mum chuckled lightly.

“we’ll go shopping now if you want, I doubt Maggies going to be up for another few hours yet.” She murmured sipping her tea.

 I nodded in response and went to go find some shoes eagerly. I checked my outfit in the mirror to see if it matched. I wasn’t very co-ordinated sometimes which sucked.

Today I had put on some skinny jeans, I had luckily been blessed with skinny thighs which I treasured, although not so much on the chest which wasn’t as full as I had hoped. I had a simple dark grey v-neck short sleeved top over my blue skinny jeans and black converses which were my favourite shoes of all. I was definetly a ‘flats’ kind of girl unlike my sister who had hundreds of pairs of expensive heels that she would only wear once. Which I really didn’t understand, she said they looked too nice to wear twice which confused me even further but she was my sister and she didn’t make sense half the time anyway.

My dark blonde hair reached just below my chest of which I had been trying to grow for years, my hair had the annoying thing of not growing at all and I had to keep getting my hair trimmed over and over to encourage it to grow. It sucked big time.

“you ready?” my mum called up and I yelled a ‘yeah’ before practically running down the stairs making a loud noise to which Maggie yelled shut up from her closed door bedroom.

When we got to the super market, which we spent ages trying to find, amazingly, for such a known shop, it was pretty hard to find and I had still yet to wonder how we would get back home.

We managed to get pretty much the whole shop since the shopping trolley was filled to the brim when we reached the cashier and the bill was pretty hefty but we paid and drove home, luckily not having as much trouble getting back. When we got home, Honey was also out in the front drive picking up a small toddler from the backseat of her land rover. She balanced him on her hip and waved at us. The good looking boy was also outside looking bored but dressed amazingly. He was reaching to close the boot of the car and it showed some his skin under his t shirt, I couldn’t help but stare from the front seat of the car. Mum giggled at me and nudged me. I snapped out of it and got out trying to avoid looking at anyone. My cheeks were already starting to get hot which never happened. Mum gave me the keys for the door to open but Maggie opened the door before I could reach it. She was dressed as perfect as she could be as always, as she passed me she bumped me on the shoulder, grinning evilly – or what I thought was evil – and whispered, “he’s looking at you again, I think he likes you,” before walking off to help mum with the bags.

I turned around to see but only to be let down when he carrying the stuff in cardboard trays full of things inside the house. I went to walk down to also help with the bags and when I went to go to the door, the boy was also coming out for more stuff from his car.

Out of nowhere he over to me as I looked over at him and we locked eyes. I counted 2 seconds before I couldn’t take it anymore and break the gaze and hurry inside with the heavy bag, I must have looked so stupid struggling with the bag my face bright tomato red.

When I got inside I put the bag on the counter and leant against the counter waving my hand in my face trying to cool it down. Why was I acting like this over him? I didn’t even know him and the first time I accidently lock eyes with him I’m blushing lie crazy? What would happen if we talked? Would I go ‘weak kneed’ and faint?

“why do you look really flustered and bright red in the face?” Maggie asked coming in with another bag of shopping.

I gulp and look up at her. She gasps and beams at me clapping her hands after she put the bag down. “What happened?!”

I shook my head not ready to say anything.

“Did you catch him looking at you? Did he say something to you? Did he whistle at you or something?” she looked excited as she waited for me to reply.

“I don’t even know why I'm acting like this!” I wailed to her.

She giggles at my reaction and starts to put away some shopping.

“what happened then?”

“we locked eyes! That’s it! Why am I being like this!” I exclaimed throwing my hands up and dragging them down my face groaning.

“Because you have a crush on him maybe?” she sung grinning slyly.

“no!” I almost shouted.

She looked to me startled and shook her head. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? So what you have a crush on him! I would if he wasn’t so young,” she shrugged combing a hand through her curled hair before opening cupboards wondering where to put things.

I shake my head at her over and over. “no, no, no! he probably already has a girlfriend or something!” I literally feel like banging my head against a wall to try and forget about what had happened.

“so what? And if he does have a girlfriend, then he doesn’t seem to like her much if he’s too busy checking you out.” Maggie muttered reaching for more things in the bags, “and will you help me out? I know your all ‘shocked’ and whatever but it would be helpful thanks.”

I sighed and went to reach for things before having my hand slapped away.

I winced and yelled her name, “what was that for?!”

“that’s my bag, go get some more from the car.” She ordered. Bossy Maggie wasn’t too far away after all.

“whatever,” I growled stalking out the kitchen to the front door.

Walking down the drive, I noticed Honey and mum cooing over the baby Honey had in her arms. To be fair, the baby was pretty adorable but I just wanted her to come inside so I wouldn’t be so on edge about the boy standing next to them looking annoyed and a dull expression on his face which still didn’t seem to ruin his gorgeous looks. Eugh! What was I thinking! Mentally slapping myself, I walked down the car where the boot was still open, I was too short to close it and I was also aware someones eyes were watching me closely, which made my skin stand on edge so much that I prayed I would trip or do something stupid.

I took the last bag and jumped up luckily catching the ledge of the boot door, I heaved and slammed it shut. Mum called me and threw me the keys which I amazingly caught and locked the car, all the time avoiding their gazes and a certain ‘someone’s’. Of course, this entire act had to be ruined by me tripping on the edge of my door frame