50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [00]

The cold wind outside was picking up speed, blowing the fallen leaves rather violently down the street. My hometown never changed, so it seems. Mr. Jeff Bancoft was still the one managing the local grocery store. Mrs. Tooley's - our neighbor - house was still painted in that pale pink that I used to despise when I was a kid.

But it kind of grew on me.

The last day of November. But even then you could still feel the festive spirit in the atmosphere.

I finally came to the familiar doorsteps. My finger was merely centimeters from the doorbell when the white door swung open and my mother embraced me. I grinned and kissed her cheek. "Mom!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Charlotte!" she sighed back, kissing my forehead so many times that I was almost surprised that her lips weren't glued there. "Come in, come in. You must be cold, oh poor girl. I knew your father should pick you up from the airport. I don't trust filthy cabs, dear."

My cab was relatively clean despite the strong tobacco scent.

"Where's dad?" I asked, dragging my baggage inside and closing the door afterward. "In the garage," my mother replied, still beaming. Linda Cassity was a tall woman with long black hair and a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Let me make you a hot cup of cocoa."

"Oh don't trouble yourself mom, I could make it myself," I said. She shook her head and insisted. When she was in the kitchen, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Sitting on a stack of folded papers and ripped envelopes was a red card.

Wait.

This couldn't be right.

I re-read the entire thing before sitting down in a dazed kind of expression. Did they sent it to the wrong person or something? "What's this?" I asked without trying to hide my fervent curiosity...and possibly, slight anger.

Possibly.

"Oh that! There's this program to take in delinquents who have no where else to go during Christmas," she said, handing me over the mug. I grimaced. "I thought it would be a good thing to do. It's Christmas and all, and these poor kids had no where place to go."

"But this...this 17-year-old delinquent had attempts to kill someone!" I hissed. I felt faint again. Holy cow, I was going to have someone a year older than me to live in the same house for the rest of December.

"Now, now, Charlie. He's coming tomorrow so you have to behave."

Me, behave? Seriously?

Me, the one who was sent to a private boarding school in Britain...and they asked ME to behave? Compared to the possible murderer. "Charlotte, don't worry too much," my mom said with an assuring smile.

Not working.

"The juvenile camp said that we can call them anytime if something went wrong. See?" she said, fishing a paper with a telephone number scribbled on it out of her pale brown trousers. I looked at it incredulously.

Yeah, let's just see if the damn paper would do any good if the delinquent tried to kill the dog!

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Author's Note: Hey hey! I hope the prologue is at least a bit amusing to you guys, that possibly you'll stick with me until the end of the story *hopeful face*

Anyway, thank you SO much for reading this story of mine. It would be a romantic comedy of some sort actually. Just for laughs, if I can think up of any comical things to write (sigh). Rate and messages would be very much welcomed (need to know how this story sounds to you guys), and again, thank youuu for reading :D

~ ayrese

P/S: Yes, I would continue this story no matter what it takes.