• "Sit down, sit down. How can I help you?"
    "It's my daughter sir, I've come to see you about her. She's, how to put this." He pauses, "she's, not right I guess is how you could describe it."

    Lara-Jane was a normal fifteen year old, as normal as they come anyway. She was one of the more 'popular' people, or that was what all her friends said. She was one of those people that everyone liked. She lived with her father and brother, in a four bedroom house, just outside the town of Rayleigh.
    Lara had two other siblings, another brother who was studying at Oxford, and a sister who was three years old and lived with her mum.
    Normally, she spent the week days with her father, as he lived nearer to her school, then she would go to her mother's at the weekend. This week was abnormal though, as her mother was away on business, which meant she had to stay with her father.
    Saturday morning, Lara sat up in bed and looked at the clock. 11:23. She groaned and pulled back the covers, revealing her tanned legs. Her mother was from the UK, so was white, 'as white as paper' she used to say before she moved out, but her father was from Africa, so was tanned, not black, but more brown. Luckily she had inherited her father's skin colour and so looked like she had a tan all year round, much to her friends' annoyance.
    She got out of bed, stretched and then walked through to her en-suite, in which she looked at herself in the mirror. She had a rounder face, but it didn't look chubby. She was genuinely a skinny person, and was the envy of many people. She had bright blue eyes, and light blonde hair and some people had made the mistake of taking her for a 'bimbo', and had paid the consequences.
    Lara yawned, and walked back into her room to get dressed. Grabbing some jeans and a t-shirt, she shoved them on and then went downstairs to see if anyone was in.
    Walking into the kitchen, she saw her dad had left a note on the fridge:

    Lara, have gone shopping with Ryan,
    Will be back in time for Doctor Who
    Food in the fridge and I've left you some money by the phone.
    See you later
    Love,
    Dad
    x

    She screwed up the note and put it in the bin. Then walked out into the hall to find the money her dad had left. It was, as the note had said, by the phone, he had left her £50. That was one thing about her family, none of them were ever short of money. All she had to do was ask, and her parents would give £20 to go into town with friends.
    As much as Lara loved the fact she could always have money, the thought that it wasn't really her money always niggled at the back of her mind, and so she always kept her eye out for job ads in shop windows and the paper.
    Going back into the kitchen, she put on some toast and flicked the on switch on the tv. It was on BBC1, and the news was on. Lara watched it for a few minutes before she got bored, and switched over to the music channels.
    Leaving it on a good song, she grabbed her toast, buttered it than sat to eat it.
    Just as she finished her toast, the phone rang.