Firstly, let me start with why we moved in the first place. My Mum isn't like any other Mum, she is slim, she looks young, and she works as a glamour (or you could just say porn) model. Her company, 'Dirty Divas', have given her a new placement, which is here, in Miami, Florida. We used to live in Los Vegas and Mum was CRAZY! She went partying every night, making out with a different man, and sometimes, if she was really drunk, making out with women. She wore really mini and tight clothes. Mum had me when she was 16, and now she's 34, but people think she's about 24-28. She wears size 10, and when were walking together, people think we're sisters. She has 3 tattoos: one on her tailbone of a naked lady bent down, so you can't see her private bit, but you can see her boobs, another one on her ankle of a string and a bow on the side, and one on her slim, toned stomach of 3 colourful butterflies, getting smaller in size. She also has a navel piercing and a tongue one. Mum has wavy golden blonde hair down to the middle of her back (with a cool fringe), crystal blue eyes and pretty pink lips. The thing is, she's lucky I'm very mature and sensible, cos if she wasn't she might not even be here. Like the other day, I had to come and pick her up from a party because she was SO drunk, and I'm the one who has to give her lectures about dangerous people out there. It's like I'm the one who gave birth to her!
So, now we live in a HUGE beach house that has a backyard and pool and a Jacuzzi and 5 bedrooms and 7 toilets (each room has its own ensuite bathroom, and there are two normal bathrooms). We've been here for a week now, and the house is looking perfect, but I haven't started school yet, I'm starting in 3 days.
"Aww, c'mon Brooke, loosen up a bit, have fun, you're 18, yet, you act like you're 50!" Mum exclaimed
"Well if I don't act like an adult, who will?" I asked her, going red
"I will, I'm an adult, I act like one too!" She argued, but she still wasn't angry
I laughed, but not pleasantly.
"You? An adult? You're funny Paige, you make me laugh, adults don't get drunk every night, when they've got responsibilities, adults don't make out with men AND women they don't even know, when they've got responsibilities, do they?" I said angrily (she doesn't let me call her 'Mum', she says it makes her sound old)
"I've only made out with women about...20 times in my adult life, what's your problem?"
"My problem is that you need to act more like an adult, ok?"
"Ok, I promise to act more like an adult."
"Good." I said, easing up "Paige, I am gonna start school in 3 days, right?" I asked
"Yep. You're going to that uni called...what is it again?"
"'The National University of Miami'" I reminded her
"Oh, ya, I remember now!"
The day before I was due to start school, I had to go there for an induction day with Paige. She got dressed in a grey balloon skirt, black, short-sleeve shirt (which she tucked into her skirt) and black bling peep-toe pumps. I guess you'd agree with me that she looked sophisticated, yet kinda sexy. I just got into a smart black mini skirt, a red sleeveless top and red Jack Purcells.
"I SOO need to get a new tan, this one's fading!" Paige said randomly
"You look fine, and stop fiddling with your hair, it looks fine too." I said
"Ok, fine." Paige said, letting her hair lie loosely on her back.
We got into her silver Ferrari and drove to the uni. When we got out, lots of heads turned, mostly to Paige. She looked over at a few boys who were staring and wolf-whistling at her and she WINKED. All I could do was look embarrassed. We walked through the schoolyard crowd and into the reception.
"Good afternoon, may I help you please?" The receptionist said with a cheery smile
