I know it's been ages since I last wrote a chapter, i have just been super busy lately. But I've got another chapter now and I really hope you like it. Please leave a review, i just love knowing what you guys all think of my stories. if you have any ideas for future chapters, then please let me know. :)

you'll probably notice but this chapter is set out slightly differently from the past ones. which set out do you prefer? Or do you not care?

4. Grandma Knows Best

School finally ended for the weekend. I felt so grateful that I could get out of that stuffy classroom. Get rid of the horrid smell of sweat, which I'm pretty sure was coming from Mr Roberts, who has giant pit stains on his shirt since he had a very loud conversation with Angel about why she isn't aloud to do a pole dance. Now she wants to do a burlesque dance. Good luck Mr Roberts.

Annoyed with the bus and all the kids cornering me with no place to run, I start walking home. It's so much better than the bus as it means I have lots of time to think. Mum's taking me and my brothers to our grandma's house this weekend. Wish me luck. I love grandma, she's just very... enthusiastic! No doubt mum will tell her about me singing in the talent show. She'll be all over me about giving her a song. Like when my brothers found out the other day. They followed me all over the house mocking me singing, even though they've never heard me before. I tried to just ignore them, that's what mum said to do. But it irritated me more than it should have. It made me wonder whether I really did sing like that.

"Hey babe!" Mum says as I walk in through the kitchen doors.

"Mum, you're home early" I say, slamming my bag down on the kitchen counter. "I didn't think you'd be back for another few hours" I pick up a brownie from the freshly made batch placed on a cooling rack in front of me.

Mum shrugs. "There's lots of traffic on the freeway. So I thought we'd go a bit early to Grandma's, it's just going to get worse" Mum says, taking the brownies off the cooling rack and placing them on one of her fancy china plates she keeps stored away only for special occasions.

"Let me guess, you made the brownies for Grandma?" I ask, finishing my own brownie.

She nods. "There's nothing wrong with a little house warming gift" She says, just as the oven dings.

Mum walks over to the oven and pulls out two vanilla sponge cakes. "Can you get the jam out of the fridge please Destiny?" Mum asks, starting to spread cream on one side of each cake.

I roll my eyes, opening the fridge door. "Strawberry or Raspberry?" I ask, picking up both jams.

"Strawberry. Your grandma's allergic to Raspberry remember?" She says as I hand her the strawberry jam pot.

I roll my eyes again. Mum does this every time we go to Grandma's. She'd kicked mum out when she was expecting her first baby (Spencer) then once she'd had all four of us they got back in contact. Now whenever we visit her, mum desperately tries to get her approval. Making her cakes, bringing her presents. It makes me feel queasy just watching her jump and squirm about for Grandma. My mum deserves better than to be treated like that. I knew that if something like that ever happened to me, my mum would support me. She would treat me with respect, unlike her own mother.

"Destiny, you need to go pack your bag" mum says, spreading the jam over the cream.

I groan, plodding slowly up the large steps leading upstairs. The doorbell rings and I groan again as mum runs eagerly to it. Dylan no doubt.

Mum's already laid out my brown suitcase on my bed when I get into my room. I start throwing any old clothes into it, trying to distract myself from the anger that's boiling up inside me, only from thinking about my grandma. I get into this state every time we go to visit her. It's like we have a special ritual for visiting her. It's sickening.

I grab my brown jacket and put it on as I walk downstairs, kicking my suitcase down in front of me. Mum and Dylan are glued together at the mouth when I walk back into the kitchen. I make puking noises as I walk past them into the living room.

Billy and Spencer are both arguing over the remote. I quickly reach over and take it from them, teasing them as I run around with it and they hopelessly try to catch me. I've always been faster than them. I've always been faster than everyone. I guess having all that time to myself in PE has paid off. Not being distracted like the other girls by talking to their friends along the way and walking most of it when they use up all their breath by chatting. I even beat all the boys. It's the most fun I've ever had. Looking at all their surprised faces as they get beat by a girl, who doesn't even care about the class. Which of course is just an act, but it works!

Mum walks in and silences us. I hide the remote behind my back, looking as innocent as ever.

"Dylan is coming with us to Grandma's" Mum says, looking ecstatic.

Spencer and Billy start talking to him about who knows what. Probably sport. They always watch those sports quiz shows and I'm forced to watch to. I mutter the answers to myself as I half pay attention, half reading my book. The boys always get it wrong, but in more times than less I've got it right.

Dylan picks up my suitcase and starts walking with it to the car. The boys pick up their own and mum picks up her and Dylan's. I grit my teeth together, walking along behind the family. I'd say my family, but they don't feel like my family. They feel like another family which I'm forced to live with and not fit in.

My jaw starts to ache, and I stop clenching my teeth so hard. Dylan struggles to get my suitcase in the boot, what with all the boy's bags. They make fun of me for having so much to take, but in reality they have more luggage than me. Most of it's electronic stuff like their phones, DS's and game boys. All that rubbish stuff that's like gold to them.

"I'll do it" I say to Dylan, taking my bag from him and stuffing it into the boot.

He gets in the front of the car with mum and I'm forced to sit on the middle seat in the back, in between the two boys who make rude hand gestures out the window and cracking stupid immature jokes about exploding toilets.

For the first time I'm grateful to have arrived at Grandma's house. She stands in the doorway of her house, wearing a long summer dress and a straw hat covering her grey hair.

"I was starting to think you weren't coming" She says in a false bright tone, pretending that she's happy to see us. Luring her prey into her trap so she can pounce on them. Or in this case insult them.

"Hi grandma" I mutter as she walks over to me and pulls me into a feeble hug.

"What have you done to your hair Destiny?" She asks me, holding a lock of my red hair, "It looks horrible. Kate, how could you let her do such a thing to her head? Her brown hair was so much prettier. She's turning into you. You need to be a better role model" Grandma excuses mum.

Mum goes red and looks really uncomfortable. She tries breaking the ice by introducing Grandma to Dylan. But you can tell in no way does she approve. But I wouldn't think she would. At least we kind of think the same way. I mean, we both hated Dylan right from first sight. I think I don't like him so much because he's taking over my mum. I never get to spend any time with her anymore, talk to her, tell her about all the mean girls at school.

Grandma leads us all inside and mum gives her the cake and the brownies. She sits us all down, not caring in the slightest about how much work mum put into baking them earlier. Grandma gives us all a plate of food. I look down at it in disgust.

"Shepard's pie and green beans" Grandma says with her huge fake smile plastered to her wrinkled face.

We all start eating, mostly picking away at it. It doesn't look like Shepard's pie, it looks more like baby food. And the green beans are way to soggy and feel like your eating something entirely different.

Once every one's 'full up' from dinner, Grandma lets us go. The boys run into the living room and immediately plug in their game consoles. I roll my eyes at them and stand up from the table, just as mum and Dylan walk into the garden together, holding hands.

"Why don't I show you to your room dear?" Grandma suggests to me, "I've got a computer in it now. I thought you might want to have a go in it. It's a bit slow, but I doubt you've got one at your house so it'll be a nice treat" She says.

I clench my jaw down again, annoyed that she thinks we're the ones with the outdated products.

She leads me upstairs into a tiny room with gold and purple flowery wallpaper, a small purple bed underneath the window and a desk and computer squished up at the side of the bed, almost like a bed side table.

"It was your mum's old room" Grandma explains. "She chose the wallpaper herself. Silly choice" She says, muttering the last bit and I'm not sure whether I was supposed to hear that bit.

"I like it" I but in, stroking my pale hand over a rip in the wallpaper.

Grandma walks out, closing the tiny white door behind her. I sit down at the small stool in front of the giant old computer. It takes forever to turn on and I end up unpacking my bag the whole time. When it finally gets on, I start looking through the internet, looking for answers to my homework which I can't be bothered to actually do with my own brain. Mr Roberts won't notice, he barely notices me anyway.

Once I'm done I don't really know what to do. So i scroll over one of those social networking sites everyone at school has an account for. And sure enough I find all of the Speedo and Flatboy kids in my class. Even Raymond is on there! I decide to make an account. Maybe I'll meet someone on here that can actually be my real friend.

I create my account, taking a picture of myself on my rubbish phone and downloading it onto the computer, which takes another billion years.

Eventually It's done and my account has been created. I minimize it and go onto the YouTube. I listen to Danny Kilman's song Destiny. The one I was named after. Danny Kilman's my biological dad. No-one would believe me if I told them, so what's the point?

Suddenly a little message pops up at the bottom of the screen saying I have been friend requested by someone. I click on them and to my surprise it's Sunset Kilman! Danny's daughter. I click the accept button before I even realize what I'm doing. She messages me and I message back. I know she's only one year younger than me, so she can't do any harm. We start talking about music. We both have a great passion for music. She even writes songs. Sunset messages me one of her songs. It's called in my black clothes. I look down at what I'm wearing and giggle. Such an appropriate song. I make up a tune and start singing it to myself softly.

I tell Sunset the lyrics to some of the songs I've wrote and we joke around about making up our own act for Britain's Got Talent or the X Factor. How I wish we really could meet up and start our own musical act. That would definatley be a dream come true.

again, i'm really sorry for the wait. but it would mean the world to me if you would review. Love charlie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx