Sighing I ran a hand through my long brown hair. I entered the familiar black Truck swiftly and hopped into the passenger seat.

Sarah was taking so long with getting ready. She can sit in the back for all I care. Ron impatiently kept checking his watch in the driver's seat. It had been an hour already.

"Primus. How long does it take for her to get ready!" Ron demands frustrated, glaring at his watch like it could speed up the woman doing her make up.

Ron was right its been 60 minutes and- wait who's primus?

"Primus?" I question him, his head shot towards me and his blue eyes widened.

"Oh I forgot you were there" Ron claimed innocently and pretended to not acknowledge the fact he had said somethinf weird.

I looked at him with the 'really' expression. "Well thanks Ron I appreciate your company" I grumble in annoyance. Making the male grin slightly.

"You're welcome"

My eyes narrowed in annoyance, but luckiky Sarahh entered the back of the Topkick looking all dressed up and totally changed the topic easily. "Hazel, you're going out like that?" She asked slowly like if I was some idiot.

What was the matter with what I was wearing? I was wearing a jumper, jeans and sneakers. Oh and my hair... it was the usually this messy, no matter how much I brushed my hair. it was untameable...and I am lazy maybe.

"Yeah...And?" I say slowly becoming more annoyed. Sarah simply sighed and shook her head at me with a wave of a hand, like I was the one that brought this topic up.

Ron took off not bothering on anticipating on the conversation. I couldn't blame him, but I was envious.

"...and? You're a young lady, you should dress with pride-"

"ew" I cut in and scrunch my face up in disgust at where this lecture was going, this made Sarah face-palm.

"I agree with Hazel", Ron chipped in, his face also carrying the look of dread from hearing the lecture and I grinned in victory at this.

"End of discussion" I say cheekily and quickly looked out the window. So Sarah defiantly knew I wasn't interested in talking.

The rest of the car ride was filled with sweet silence, until we reached the shopping centre of course. Sarah shot out of the truck slamming the door shut; This somehow made Ron growl in annoyance.

Before I could register anything at all, the passenger door opened automatically and the seat belt unbuckled, causing me to fall out of the truck and groan at the sudden impact of wet ashphalt ground. I slowly got up to see two amused faces. Ron and Sarah.

"That wasn't nice" I muttered lowly with frustration, knowing Ron was the cause of it. Now my back ached in pain. I will probably get a bruise later on too because I bruise so easily. It's annoying and they found it funny.

Ron snorted at me before walking off...in the opposite direction. Does he know where he is going? The shops is to the right ...not left. Alwell he did fling me out of his truck, so stuff him.

"Ron", Sarah called, saving the day and ruining my evil plans on making Ron look like an idiot. Ron turned around with an questionable look.

"Wrong way!" She giggled in amusement, making Ron scratch the back of his neck slightly embarrassed. I smirked at this, okay this made up for it. A flustered Ron is more funnier than a lost one.

We soon entered the huge shopping centre. Ugh. People everywhere. I hate crowded places. Scratch that, I hate going out in public.

"Okay Hazel, Clothes shopping" Sarah said excitedly, dragging me along with her.

"Save me" I mouthed the words to an amused Ron, to get dragged through a shopping centre. Ron and I had now started pulling faces at each over in boredom. Well more of me doing it and him rolling his eyes, but it still counted.

Sarah being oblivious to mine and Rons boredom, she stopped in front of a clothes shop. That made me want to cry.

"Let's get started!", she claimed.

•~••~•

"Sarah...My feet hurt!" I whine. I now have been dragged around with about 7 plastic bags of shopping hanging on my arms.

Ron didn't even bother to help me! That ass.

Sarah sighed, It has been more than 7hours since we have been here, even Ron looked like he was about to throw a fit. The man rubbed his left foot. "Agreed" Ron grumbled stiffly.

"fine, we can go have lunch" Lunch made my head shoot up in happiness. Man I never been more happier to hear that word, especially with my stomach growling at me in anger.

"What would you like Hazel?", Sarah asked getting out her credit card. Making me hum in thought.

"Sushi!", I commented loudly causing some people to turn their attention to us three. "Please" I quickly add in embarrassment and ducked ny head lowly.

Sarah smiled and walked to a near-by store. "What type?".

"Teriyaki Chicken, Please", I claim nearly drooling over the food on offer. Ron stood back and observed. Not eating once again.

After getting my sushi and a pepsi, we headed back to the Truck. Of course I ate on the way. "Want some?"I offered a piece to Ron as Sarah was eating a meat pie. He shook his head in dismissal "No"

I frowned and finally asked the question that has been bugging me since yesterdat "Why don't you ever eat?"

Ron looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "I do, but you just never see" I sigh at this.

This guy is full of mysteries. It sucks. I hate mysteries and I hate solving puzzles. I'd suck as an detective and here he was forcing me to be one.

Finishing my food, I threw the rubbish in a nearby bin before putting all my shopping in the back of the truck. Sarah sat in the back once again, so I decided to sit in the passenger seat.

"Hazel, tomorrow your starting school", Sarah started an important conversation while Ron started up the truck and drove off once again.

"Oh the joy" I mumble sarcastically. Another thing that I hated to talk about is being brought up.

Sarah sighed at this in disappointment. "Be more enthusiastic about it Hazel, besides that your dad-". I cut her off.

"He's not my dad" I claim bluntly, My eyes narrowing in annoyance. Sarah closed her eyes to take a breather and ran a hand through her blonde hair, it was obvious she felt like yelling at me.

Ron tightened his grip on the steering wheel as we turned down the street to the Lennox's house.

"William will drop you off at school, if not, sometimes Ron. If both of them are not at the house you'll have to walk to school" Sarah told me blandly, she was obviously pissed off at what I had said before.

"Got it." was all I said, pretty much giving the silent treatment.

"Hazel. You got to lighten up", Sarah said deciding to scold me, again. This caused me to headbutt the window gently.

"We adopted you-"

"Well that was a mistake on your behave" I said bitterly while I glared at my reflection on the window.

Sarah inhaled sharply, giving me a pointed look at the back of my head, but the mother didn't add fuel to the fire.

No, Ron did.

"How can you be so selfish and self-scented, you have a family- everything that those children wanted, stop being a spoiled little girl" Ron snapped towards me in rage.

How Dare he say that to me? None of them even know my past!. Heck they don't even know me!

"Screw you Ron." I growled loudly and clenched my teeth in complete anger. Waiting, Ron finally parked up in front of the Lennox house.

Getting out of the truck, I slammed the door shut before grabbing my shopping as quickly as possible and stomped to the house. I could just hear Sarah comment to Ron about his choice of words, I did not care.

"Hazel wait!" Sarah called desperately, walking after me with a sad look in her eyes.

"Don't talk to me okay?" I hiss in anger while getting into the house quite loudly, Anna and Will shot their heads up and looked at me.

"Hazel what's the matt-"

"What's the matter?" I snap. "The matter is you adopted!" I yell loudly as Sarah and Ron walked into the house. Ron glared at me, making me glare back.

"-and that some douchebag thinks he knows me." I bit out, eyes stinging badly. William looked at Ron with disapproval and Sarah rubbed her face with stress.

With that. I quickly storm upstairs into the my bedroom to avoid crying infront of them. Slamming the door shut behind me, I ignore the yells of my name and faceplant onto my bed. The shopping sliding off my arms and dropping onto the carpeted floor.

"I want my real family."