Jades POV

Perfect. Going on vacation with the parents will make everything better.

Or not. No matter how many of these things we go on, we will never get along, especially me and my dad. My mom is pretty much obsessed with trying to make us like each other. It's like her life long dream or something. You see, my dad doesn't understand creative people. He thinks that wanting to be an actor, writer, or director is stupid. He hates the way I dress too, and he's constantly moaning at me to 'take this jewellery out of my face'.

This is just the cherry on the cake, as if my week hasn't been bad enough.

*flashback*

"Jade I-" My anger bubbled up inside me and over spilled as I raised my voice to make sure I was heard.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Can you not just tell that Meredith to back off? I mean she's just like "Here Beck, have a cupcake, I have so many!" I was absolutely fuming with anger. I could see Beck losing his temper, but I couldn't stop. "I mean who does she think she is giving cupcakes to my boyfriend? Seriously, get your own guy for God's sake."

"Meredith gives everyone cupcakes, her dad owns a cupcake shop."

I rolled my eyes and we both fell silent.

"You know what Jade, I think we need a break."

I couldn't believe my ears. It felt like a kick in the gut, I couldn't speak. My concrete exterior cracked and crumbled around me as I lashed out at him, punching and slapping his chest. I was screaming obscenities at him. He managed to catch hold of my flailing wrists, pulling me into his arms. My yelling gradually died down until all that could be heard was our heavy breathing.

I put on my usual mask of bitchy indifference and stood up straight, leaving the familiar warmth. I sniffed and fought the urge to wipe my eyes. I had to be emotionless.

I didn't know what else to do. He was my rock when it came to everything, he would be the only one apart from Cat that I would show the real me. The fragile, sensitive little me. The side that didn't hate the entire human race. He'd just lost the huge amount of trust that I needed to show that side of me. He'd deserted me, without him I had no one. Cat was my best friend, but she wasn't good with...well... general conversation. No matter what I said, it would undoubtedly lead onto some strange story about her brother or something else completely irrelevant.

As well as having to actually go on this vacation, it's to Wolverhampton in England. I mean, if we had to go on holiday, why couldn't it be somewhere interesting? Nowhere with too much sun though. I get enough sun at home in LA, and I still don't tan or even burn. I just stay the same old colour, although I do like being ghostly pale. It offsets my black clothing beautifully, like the protagonists in a cliché play.

England may have loads of interesting history, but the weather is dull and boring. Not really that terrible, never that great. Just dull greyness for 85% of the year.