Just Another Mistake To You (Shannon Kentwell Fanfic)

Main= Every step that I take is just another mistake to you  And every second I waste is more than I can take!

Shannon Kentwell is fed up of living with expectations to be the same as her parents, nice, perfect - which she finds herself unable to deal with or be, steadily cracking under the family pressure and beginning to become numb to everything around her, becoming reclusive and constantly with her headphones in. Refusing to let anyone beyond a small half-smile and vacant eyes. She doesn't know what the deal is, but ignorance is blissful compared to before, and if that means getting away from everyone and starting anew - she'll take it. Prologue= You know when you feel like you're playing piggy in the middle, and it's not quite as fun when you're in the middle - the ball always a teasing distance from your fingers? That's my life - with my Ministry mother and my Dark Witch aunt as control over my life is argued over, but I can never quite grasp it myself. Adults tend to be this way, but this is Chiara and Brenna, like two opposite poles that clash with one another- two sisters who took different paths. I'm barely allowed to speak of Brenna in the house.

This is what comes of having Minister for Magic as a mother...busy, all the time - and so I'm much closer to my dad, he's much less of a workaholic. He's a really awesome guy, as fathers go - our favourite pastime is going to Heide Park in the summer, with Kat and Loosh. But my mum never comes, always at that Muggle computer of hers doing this, and that, with a cup of coffee that has long gone cold. It's not even uncommon to find a spilt coffee and a smashed mug, when she falls asleep at her desk. I knew she was a Minister, but it seems she has no time for family.

"Shannon!" I roll over sleepily,letting the thoughts drift away serenely like clouds lost to the sky, making noncommittal noises as footsteps - my mother's - come up the stairs to my ears. I feign sleep, my face buried in the pillow, slowing my breathing, hanging for moments in what felt like oblivion. Everybody makes oblivion sound so negative, but getting away from Chiara, Brenna and everything might be good. Call me crazy. But maybe. Just maybe, it could be good for me.

"Get up, Shan." My mother says, shaking me vigorously. I flop about loosely as she shakes me, my hair fading to blonde - I could feel it - and because of her reaction I'm sure it must be a similar shade to Brenna's. Usually I'd change it. But right now I can't be bothered.