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@rissamaee
GIRL - 15, writer, she/her
🐞 - Whimsy, Writing personal works and fanfics, Djo, Journaling, Drawing
Here I plan to post original series authored by me, some fanfics or just short stories, and occasionally my personal art/commissions!
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Sigh is there a Mrs.Duvall if I may ask?
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Chapter IV is here! Packing is taking a toll on Madeline, she still doesn't want to move. And who even likes long car rides?
Trailer Park "Darling" Chapter IV
For the rest of the weekend all Madeline did was pack and clean. She packed up all of her clothes, books, collectables, and posters. Cleaning was the harder part. Madeline wasn't used to doing many chores, but now it was even worse. Scrubbing toilets, mopping floors, washing all the dishes so they could be carefully packed. It was exhausting.
Even with all this work, there were only two moving trucks. One for all of Madeline's and her mom's belongings, plus a few stray boxes and the other for everything else in the house. Even with the trucks packed full, they had to get rid of some of their belongings. Including most of their furniture. Madeline's mom said not to worry about it and they would get some new stuff, but where? A yard sale? The thought of that made Madeline want to gag.
Monday through Friday was spring break, it was currently Tuesday. Madeline's mom had explained to her that she was going to get enrolled at the end of this week and start at the new school on Monday. There was only one and half months of school left. Would they even have the same curriculum as Madeline's old school? Would she be able to keep up or would it be dumbed down? Wednesday morning they finished packing everything up. Madeline had an apple for breakfast, their fridge was completely empty and they were leaving it behind too.
Around ten a.m they got on the road, the tank was full of gas, it only cost around fifteen bucks to fill it and they had been eating nothing but toast and apples for breakfast, dinner was usually spaghetti or chicken and rice. Madeline sat in the passenger seat, the second row of seats and the trunk were full of stuff they would need for the first week and for a night in a motel. For about an hour neither Madeline or her mom spoke, the radio was the only sound. It was playing some pop station, mostly Britney Spears, who Madeline didn't care much for.
Around eleven thirty Madeline started to dig through her purse, she pulled out a marker, a red one specifically. It was Crayola, it could wash off easily. Madeline began to draw on her self, alternating colors to create a bundle of stars on her knee. It didn't take long for her mom to notice, with a quick glance over at her daughter, she snatched the red marker out of her hand.
"Hey!" Madeline shouted, she attempted to reach for the marker but her mom calmly threw it out the window. Madeline was stunned, usually her mom hated littering. Madeline slumped down into her seat and turned away from her mom. Even with the radio blaring the car felt so silent. Madeline decided to speak
"I'm hungry" she complained, she threw her purse back into the backseat and looked at her mom expectantly, did she pack something or were they gonna stop somewhere?
"There's sandwiches packed into a cooler in the trunk, I'll pullover soon and you can grab one then" her mom told her, she was focused on the road, traffic had gotten pretty bad and she didn't want to risk getting hit.
Madeline rolled her eyes, she didn't want a sandwich. Especially if it was turkey and cheese. She hated that.
"But I'm hungry nowww!" She whined, pouting her lip and looking at her mom again. Her mom glanced over but didn't waver.
"You're just going to have to wait Maddy" She said, her tone wasn't anything but normal, but her brows were tightened into a scowl. Madeline sighed, she really didn't want a sandwich but she also didn't want to make her mom upset.
They had a long car ride together and if Madeline made her mom upset it would be insufferable. Another thirty minutes passed before they eventually pulled over. Just barely into the state of Connecticut, there was a small gas station. To Madeline it looked disgusting but she was starving so she couldn't complain much.
Just as she had dreaded, the sandwiches were turkey and cheese. Not even a classic pb&j was in there. Madeline groaned, but her mom quickly shot a mean look at her. Madeline grabbed the smallest sandwich she could identify, plus a bag of chips. She really wanted some candy from the store but she knew her mom would say no.
They didn't need gas yet, so once her mom got done using the bathroom they were on the road again. Madeline nibbled on the sandwich, it really sucked but she couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling in her stomach. The chips were nice and salty.
Around two p.m Madeline drifted off to sleep. There was still six hours left to the drive, so a nap wouldn't do any harm.
When she woke, there were nothing but trees surrounding the car. The radio was playing music she didn't recognize. The sun was bright and in her eyes. Stretching, she looked over at her mom. Her face was a lot more relaxed and she had her window down.
"Where are we?" Madeline mumbled, yawning. Her mom looked over, smiling at the sight of her being awake.
"South Pennsylvania, almost in Virginia" She explained, reaching to turn down the radio a little bit Madeline glanced at the time. It was six p.m, only two more hours of the drive.
They stopped at another gas station, refueling and using the bathroom. Her mom actually let her buy a hotdog for dinner. The concept was bizarre to Madeline, a hotdog from a gas station? But contrary to her belief it tasted amazing.
The rest of the drive was quiet. As soon as they crossed the line into Virginia Madeline struggled to find a pop station on the radio. It blared nothing but country or rock n roll. But she didn't dare turn it off, the silence would be worse.
The motel they would be staying at was small, it didn't seem dangerous but it was a little dirty. Madeline was too exhausted to notice, the only thing that bothered her was the shower. The water was sharp against her skin and it smelt like mildew. Sleep was easy that night, she needed to be up early so they could get on the road and stop somewhere for breakfast.
She dreamt about the life they were leaving behind, their money, the higher class luxury, her friends, her school. It was a lot for Madeline to take in. Next she dreamt about her new life, no money, a cheap house, new or no friends, a different school. It all terrified Madeline but at the same time she was intrigued.
Trailer Park "Darling" Teaser
Which photo should I use in the next chapter?!?
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Hey do u write on ao3? o(≧v≦)o
Hii! I actually do not...but I've been thinking about it, should I start writing there??
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Trailer Park "Darling" Teaser
I promise I'll have Chapter IV coming soon!!! I've just been busy :)
i hate school sm
Chapter II was heated. An argument between Madeline and her mother left Madeline in tears. She didn't see what she was doing wrong, everything was justified in her head.
But how would Madeline fix it? Does she fix it at all? Here's chapter III to find out 🤭😉
Trailer Park "Darling" Chapter III
Sometime through the night Madeline ended up back in bed, her soft bed... With its silky sheets. Sleep had dawned on her around five in the morning. It was now almost eight, a Saturday morning. A light knock pulls Madeline out of her slumber, she rubs her eyes, allows her arms to stretch over her head.
"I made breakfast" Mumbles her mom through the door. Madeline scoffs, rolling her eyes. Was food the only way her mom could make up with her?
Still with messy hair and bad breath Madeline headed downstairs. She didn't smell much, what could possibly be for breakfast that had little to no scent? Fruit? Cereal? Madeline stops in the doorway to the dining room once she sees what's on her plate. Toast, never once in her life had she eaten toast by itself. With eggs or bacon sure, but not by itself. Luckily there was a spread on top of it, a dark brown color. Madeline recognized it, she had seen it on television before. Nutella. One jar only cost $1.50, so why was her mom buying it? Or even serving it to her?
There wasn't even any juice set out, only milk, but no chocolate syrup to make it sweet. Madeline glanced at her mom, who was standing over the stove. She was stirring something but Madeline still couldn't smell what it was. Sitting down at the table she poured a small glass of milk and took a small sip. Ugh, she always hated plain milk. Madeline's eyes caught what her mom was stirring in the pot as soon as she turned around to serve it. Oatmeal. Yuck. First plain milk and now plain oatmeal. Did she even put any sugar? Any fruit?
"Is that really what we're having?" Madeline scoffed, her eyes rolling smoothly. She crossed her arms over her chest and refused to look at her mother. First they were moving, now she had to eat poor people food?
"I'm conserving our money, we're going to be moving next week and we need all the money we can save to help get us all the way down to Georgia" Her mother said calmly, it made Madeline feel just the littlest bit of guilty. Even though she's been yelling and fussing at her mom, she was still calm about the situation.
But that didn't stop Madeline from still being angry at the situation. Next week? Why so soon? The school year wasn't even over yet. Madeline glared at her mom. She was in the process of scooping the disgusting oatmeal into a small bowl for Madeline. Once it was set in front of her she pushed it away. Her mom pushed it back.
"You need to eat Madeline, we're going to start packing and cleaning today" She persisted, her tone was slowly rising. Madeline didn't push the bowl back but she didn't make a move to eat it.
"I'm not eating that" Madeline grumbled, she took a small bite of her toast, by far it was the only thing on this table that was even edible.
Madelines mom rolled her eyes. She slammed her fist on the table, causing Madeline to jump, dropping her toast. She weakly looked up at her mom, becoming eye level with her now. Her face was twisted into a scowl and Madeline knew she was in trouble.
"I'm tired of the way you've been acting young lady! I've raised you better than this" She said in a tone to calm for her previous actions. Madeline swallowed, her throat was dry all of a sudden and she wanted to drink the rancid milk.
"I provide for you, I clothe you, I feed you, I take you to school every single morning, and this is how you repay me?" Her voice was rising now, her hands flailed, her eyes didn't focus on Madeline. With a jerk she threw her empty plate against the wall, it shattered.
Madeline let out a small yelp. She felt like she needed to cry now, for the third time in less than forty-eight hours. But she held them down, not wanting to enrage her mom more. Sheepishly Madeline stood up, she walked over to her mom. Carefully approaching, she pulled her in for a hug. It took until now for Madeline to realize her mom was sobbing, they were quiet but ugly sobs.
"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I was just upset about moving. I'm sorry" Madeline peeped, her voice was hoarse now, every word hurt to pronounce.
Shortly after her mom calmed down. Madeline cleaned up the broken plate and ate the plain oatmeal. She attempted to drink the milk but she just couldn't do it. While her mom took a nap she cleaned. Deep cleaned. Making sure anything that they didn't have use for was thrown away. A few things she wasn't sure about so she put in a box for her mom to check later.
Next she worked on her room, packing up and winter and fall clothing. Only leaving out a few outfits for the rest of the school days she would be attending. It was almost summer anyways so why was she complaining? She realized how much of a brat she'd been.
Crying came last, choked sobs that made her stomach churn. Sleep came easily tonight, puffy eyes and a dry mouth. It wasn't a goods night sleep, but Madeline figured that any sleep was better than none.
Omg y'all, Sombr will be in Chicago for Lollapalooza at the same time I'll be there for a trip..... Trust I'll see him 🤭🤔
Trailer Park "Darling" Teaser
Some other pictures of Madeline's current home/life that I felt should be shared!
Chapter III coming soon 🤭
Why do i end up like this (i actually know why)
In the last part, Madeline found out where she was moving too. She's not too happy about it, but how does she handle it?
Read to find out!
Trailer Park "Darling" Chapter II
The night passed and Madeline couldn't sleep. With puffy eyes she stared up at her ceiling. The perfectly white and smooth surface. What was Georgia like? She thought to herself. They didn't learn much about it in school and she was already a sophomore. How southern was it? Madeline groaned, she was tired and she had school tomorrow but her thoughts just wouldn't stop racing.
Eventually Madeline made a decision, very carefully she snuck her way down stairs. Even at night the house was well lit. Tiptoeing the way to her mom's office, Madeline's sights were on the computer. The one her mom warned her to never EVER touch. Just as she reached the door, her mom's voice boomed behind her.
"Madeline Angela Graves, what on earth are you doing?" She exclaimed. Madeline didn't need to turn around to know the exact look that rested upon her mother's face. She was furious.
Slowly Madeline turned around, her mom peered down at her. Her eyes seemed to cut straight through her, but Madeline didn't attempt to speak. Her eyes rest down onto her pink cat slippers.
"Answer me young lady! It is almost two a.m. and you're out of your room, sneaking around like some thief!" She shouted. Madeline bit her lip, the reason she was down stairs made sense in her head but would it make sense to her mom?
A couple minutes passed but Madeline still kept quiet. Her mom was still standing over her, arms crossed, a glare that could burn a hole through metal. Maybe Madeline should just tell her mom why she was downstairs this late. Did she even know she was planning on going into her office? Madeline didn't realize how much time was passing until her mom turned to leave. Did she say anything? Was she mad or just annoyed?
"Wait..." Madeline mumbled, she slowly looked up and saw the back of her mom's head, her beautiful blonde golden locks. Madeline opened her mouth again to explain, but a question came out instead
"Why do we have to move?" She asked gently, her mom sighed.
"It's late Madeline why don't we talk about this in the morning?" Her mom grumbled, Madeline could tell she was tired, but she wanted answers. Now.
"No mom, I want to know now. Why can't we just go back to living with dad? You guys aren't even divorced yet, I don't want to move!" Madeline's voice slowly increased in pitch. She was almost yelling at her mom now. She knew it would tick her off but she just couldn't help it.
Madeline stood there, waiting for an answer but instead her mom walked off without saying a word.
"Hey I want an answer!" Madeline shouted, still nothing. Her mom began to climb the stairs, Madeline followed only a few steps behind.
"I SAID I WANT AN ANSWER" Madeline screamed, her mom stopped walking. Madeline swallowed hard, why did she yell?
Slowly, so slowly her mom turned around. Her eyes were tired, she didn't look furious. Madeline was confused. She stood there, like a wounded puppy just waiting for the final blow. After a moment her mom spoke.
"Me and your dad did get a divorce" She said, her voice was barely above a whisper. Madeline looked up at her
"We did get a divorce, and we are moving, that's the end of it" The next sound was Madeline's mom slamming her door, but Madeline couldn't move.
Madeline's eyes got watery, they did get a divorce? When? The tears came again, for the second time that night. This time they burned, her eyes, her throat, her skin. Everything burned, she didn't even try to make it to her room. She collapsed right there on the stairs and cried. Her family had always been happy but lately it has been falling apart. Madeline just wasn't ready for that.
