Saving Audrey

Saving Audrey

Chapter 1

"Does anyone have anymore cigarettes?" shouted Audrey across the room.

With her East Coast tan, dark chestnut hair and bright green eyes, sixteen year-old Audrey Kelly appeared perfect. However, the one thing wrong with Audrey was that she always seemed to fall in with the wrong crowd. Anyone who didn't know Audrey would automatically assume she was the most popular girl wherever she went. They couldn't be more wrong. Her mother was constantly moving her from school to school, hoping she would soon manage to fall in with the "right kind of people". It never worked out that way. Audrey was beautiful, talented, intelligent, and wealthy. The "right kind of people" did not want someone who was better than them at everything, leaving Audrey to bond with those who would accept her, those whom her mother considered a crowd not to be associated with.

After helping her friends finish off a carton of cigarettes and a twenty-four pack of beer, Audrey rose from her boyfriend's lap. "Come on Josh," she announced; "we better start heading home. Mother informed me this afternoon that I best start coming home before the paper is delivered or she'll take away the car keys." After finishing his last beer and letting out a belch that made Audrey cringe, the two headed out to Audrey's new Mustang convertible. The two drove home in silence until Audrey pulled up in front of Josh's house and put the car in park."

"You sneaking out to meet me tonight?"

"No, Josh, I'm really tired and I have a meeting with my mother and grandparents tomorrow so I think it is best I stay home."

"Fine then, have it your way. Call me when you can leave your dream world and head to the slums to be with us." With that he got out of the car and stumbled into his house.

Audrey wasn't really sure why she hung out with Josh and his crowd. She had certainly not been brought up to do the things she did when she was with them. Teresa Kelly certainly did not approve of smoking, drinking, and being promiscuous. It wasn't like Audrey even cared about doing these things. The person she was around her so-called friends was not the real Audrey. But she had tried being the real Audrey before and was not accepted by anybody. This group at least accepted her for what she tried to be. So her free time was spent with people with whom she had absolutely nothing in common. But then again, she didn't seem to have much in common with anybody, not even her family. As she crawled into bed that night, little did she know the part of her family she could relate to was in London preparing for her arrival. When she woke the next morning, she would come face to face with the greatest influence in her life - the father whom she had never seen and of whom her mother never spoke.