Dracula's destined love

You would think being destined for some thing from birth would make me the coolest person alive, right?WRONG! Ok ok I will stop joking and messing around. God knows my mother hates it when I play around like this. My name is Selena Bromley. I am one whole day off being 16 years old. I am excited to be 16, as all the blogs and cool movies say that upon my 16th birthday I will experience some sort of cool, puberty based spiritual awakening. The reality for me is... my parents said that IF on my 16th year of living, I still am miserable at school, they will allow me to drop usual classes and take the easier route. You probably have absolutely no clue what I'm talking about or how my world works, so let's skip all the way back to the beginning. So, my parents - Sandra and Paul - are English immigrants who moved to Australia, hoping for a better life for their children. They came from nothing and managed to make a substantial living here in Australia. We live in Western Australia, in a town called Jarrahdale. Jarrahdale is unremarkable to the naked eye, but it is the essence of the Australian bush and the native wildlife that make it such a beautiful place to live in. The scenery is beautiful: red dirt as far as you can see, huge forest trees stretching above the level the human eye can see and beautiful blue skies in summer. My parents let us grow up here as little kids, getting dirty in the red dirt and eating icey poles on the hot brick verandah. We had so many friends next door to play with from neighbouring families. The fun never ended in our little oasis and more times than I can count did mum have to physically come get us and make us go to sleep. Things really hit a rough spot when they decided we had to leave the oasis to go up to the main town. My parents moved us to the main town for a better job that my dad took, as well as better school prospects for my sister and I. My parents were fine when I was younger, I don't remember anything negative. Yet as I grew older and became my spicy, little, self things got strained between us to saw the least. Sorry, my adhd gets in the way sometimes and I lose track. ANYWAY where were we? oh yes the monologue of my dreary entrance to life. So we move to the big town with big prospects following. Mum has always been neurotic but things escalated once we were out of the safety of the town we grew up in. Things were easier in Jarrahdale; everyone knew their neighbours, the adults had drinks with all the families in the area every Wednesday and you never had to stray far if you needed a babysitter or a helping hand. Once we were in the city, s@#$ was DIFFERENT. No one cared where you were from or what you did! You were another person, in another house, in another town on another street. You were just a number to them and we all missed the homely, friendly feel of where we grew up. So, at the time of us moving- I'm 10 years old. I go into regular schooling, not the nice, sleepy schooling of where I came from. We moved into an affluent suburb into a less than affluent house, stacked with my mother's expectations of us making a name for ourselves in the good old WA (western Australia). Things are fine, a bit dark, but they're acceptable. My nickname is Sel and I get everyone to call me as such.q1 Selena is an old ladies name as I had consistently reminded mum!!! We go to school, work hard and come home. Its summer in the big city, my parents are happy again for the first time in a long time. Dad is making money with his new big shot computer job, and spending his free time renovating the house we are living in. Mum is a stay at home mum who reaps the bonuses of being a white, upper class wife in the early 2000s. She goes for coffees with her rich neighbours, hits up the local aerobics classes and drags my sister and I along to socialise with the local spoilt brats. My sister and I are close, there's 4 years between us but the distance doesn't show yet. I guess you'd want to know about my sister right? Well since you are pulling my leg, let's go into it. Serena... oh Serena. Yes.... her name is only one letter different to mine. For context, at this point of moving I was 10 years old and Serena was 6. I was the older child (duh) - Brown hair, vibrant blue eyes, heavier build and boobs already sprouting at a young age. Serena was the perfect child. She was dainty, blonde, blue eyed and tall enough to be pretty, but not so tall that no man could be taller than her. Obviously, my parents favoured Serena. Once we moved up to the city, Serena flourished in the social lifestyle of our suburb. She was the prettiest kid in her year (weird to say about a literal child) but she had that IT factor. She was smart enough, polite enough and socially responsible enough to always be at the top of her game. Serena was the ring leader of the social circle in her year, a bully of some sorts... but I'd say she was mostly just the person everyone aspires to be. She was the child my parents dreamed of having. Then... there is me. From a young age I was different to everyone else. I didn't understand things socially like other kids and enjoyed playing computer games like my dad, more than being the top of the social pyramid like my sister. Things were OK for a while because mum understood Serena and dad understood me. Until dad got sick... then things really went pear shaped.