I've had an idea in my head for a story for awhile now but I wanted to make it different than all the other fanfiction that I have seen. This is what I've come up with(:
Keep in mind this is only the first of many chapters and it's sort of an introduction so you see the back story and get introduced to the characters.
“Madison! Are you almost ready ?” I heaved a sign. The last 4 months I prayed that my parents would work things out and now I am moving away from everything I have known for the last 15 years: my home, my friends, my school… my dad.
“I’m coming!” I shout back in the direction of my mother’s voice. I took one final glance around my now bare and empty bedroom and then turned to cleave, closing the door behind me and making my way down stairs.
“Don’t look so down Madi, change it always well.” My mom said, trying to console me. Little did she know nothing she could say would make any of this okay. “Yeah, yeah.” I mumbled under my breath.
My family and I are originally from Ireland but when I was 3 my father got a great job opportunity to come and host and open up a company in America, so we moved, my parents, older brother and I. I’ve lived here most of my life and it is all that I’ve known, to tell you the truth I don’t remember Ireland and I barely have the accent that both my parents do. However, four month ago my parents decided they were getting a divorce, irreconcilable difference. Or at least that is the paper term for it. I didn’t even notice things were going that horribly until the day I came home from school and they gave me “that lecture.” You know the one; it always starts off “Sometimes mommies and daddies don’t always stay together,” and blah blah blah, like I wasn’t 18.
And now I’m moving back. The only difference about this plane ride is that it contains only half the family we left with.
If leaving the house was hard, getting on the plane and leaving the country was even harder.
The flight, as one would guess, was long. I slept most of the way and woke up to my mother telling me that we were getting ready to land and would be leaving the plane soon.
I stretched my arms above my head, letting out a groan and then went on to collect my things that I had brought with me to keep me entertained on the flight, it wasn’t much.
“…And the house is actually in the same neighborhood where we used to live!” my mom droned on as we made our way to claim our bags. I stopped listening about 5 minutes ago. “Madi!” She said, this time louder, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“You’re not listening to me!”
“Sorry, it’s just a lot to get used too.” I said, my eye dropping to the floor. Though I knew my mom could tell I wasn’t happy about everything that was going on by my resentful attitude I haven’t really talked to her about how utterly heartbroken I felt.
“Aw, Madison,” She started, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me in for one of those awkward side hugs. “I know this is not easy and that you have been through a lot in your life but this will be good for you, good for us, and soon you will see that things really are looking up.”
It took us what felt like a decade to get a car to take us to what my mom was already calling home. When we finally did get there though I was surprised at how nice the house actually looked. I don’t know what I was expecting but this wasn’t it.
The yard in front was small but looked bigger on the sides and in the back and there was a small white fence that ran the perimeter. The actually house itself was small and a light green color with wood shutter on the outside and black mailbox stood off to the side of the door.
I walked ahead of my mom up the steps and waited for her to unlock the door. When she did we walked in together. There were boxes scattered and furniture in their correct rooms but not organized at all (we had our things sent a head of us). The door opened up to a small hallway of sorts. The living room was off to the right side and on the left was a staircase and the entry into what I assumed was the dining area, straight ahead was a longer hallway with a bench and hooks on the wall for convenience. After going through that hallway I saw that it lead to a rather large kitchen, which has an entry to a back patio. The kitchen itself reconnected with both the living room and the dining room, which was nice.
“Off of the living room is another little sitting room and a bathroom. There is another bathroom and three more bedrooms upstairs.” My mother commented. “Go, pick out a room, I’m going to start with some of these boxes. Your things are off to the side upstairs.”
“Alright,” I offered giving her one final glance before making my way up the carpeted stairs.
The first room that I looked at seemed small. It had a closed and three windows but other than that was bare. Moving from that room I peeked into the room directly across from it on the left. It had a bay window along with two others and a closet that seemed about the same size as the other, or perhaps a little bit smaller but it did have a shelf and a shoe rack on the bottom.
I figured that it had enough room for all my things, my bed, desk, and book shelf and it would be nice to ready by that window. If I get some cushions I am sure that I could make it rather cozy. I hung my bag on the hook behind the door, “I picked one!” I called down to my mother, sticking my head out the doorway.
“Oh good! Why don’t you start unpacking, I’ll work on things down here for a little while!” She called up.
“You don’t want any help?” I offered.
“I’m alright for now, thanks sweetie!”
With that I started setting up the frame to bed and used literally all the muscle I could manage to get the boxspring and mattress on top of it. After struggling with that I decided to work on getting all the bigger pieces of furniture in my room, so I decided the move my dresser in next, literally sliding it into my room and placing it directly across the end of my bed.
It didn’t take too long before I had everything in my room, granted I hadn’t started unpacking all of my things from the boxes that contained them but I did I have all of my furniture in there.
My bookshelf ended up to the right of my bay window and I had stuck both my nightstand tables on the side of my bed. My television now sat on top of my dresser; there were several candles and small knick knacks that I had found while moving things placed around it.
That night when most everything was unpacked down stairs and I had helped my mom moving things into her room we went to have dinner a small local restaurant. Though I had done a lot of moving I settled on just a small chicken sandwich with an equally as small salad on the side.
“You’ll like it here, I promise.” My mother said, trying to make some sort of small talk I assumed. “Oh! And Madi, there is a small bookstore just two block away and if you look into it maybe you’ll be able to find a job there! I know how you love reading…”
“Yeah,” I said swallowing, “I’ll go down there and check it out once were more settled.” I said with a smile.
“Oh, good!”
“Mom, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way that I have been acting lately and I promise that I’ll try my best to make the most out of being here.” I know I didn’t have to offer up the information but my mom was trying her hardest to make me happy and I know she is only doing all of this for me.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything Mads, I know this has been tough on you, all of it, but I’m glad that you’re willing to try and make this work.”
We finished our meals and made the short walk back home. I was beat by my mom said that she was going to stay up a little while longer and work on getting things more organized.
I found the box that contained my sheeted and took them out, shaking them off. Fitted sheets have never been my specialty so it took me awhile to get my light blue sheet onto my bed. Once I had that though I found my regular sheet that matched the fitted one and placed that down too. My down comforter blanket had managed to make its way at the end of the hall way so I made my to retrieve it made my way back to my room adorning my bed with it. I found my pillows and placed those on last. I chanced into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, shut off my main light and climbed under the covers.
I made a mental check list of things that still needed to be done: look into classes for the fall semester, find a car (I sold mine and combined that money with what I already had saved to get a new one here), finish unpacking and organizing, remind mom to have someone come in and set up the televisions, and lastly, look into any available jobs.
I’m sure there were more things I could add to the lost but frankly I was too tired to think of anything more, shortly after that I drifted off into sleep.
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