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Post by seventy [times] seven on Jan 25, 2004 22:50:07 GMT -4
Hey. I've been too scared to post this. I'm posting another fic on another board, but I like this one better. Sorry if this suddenly ends, but I plan on keeping it. I've looked this over like 8098324787 times so it's changed a lot.
Courtney’s POV
“I hate my life.” I sigh, taking a few final glances around the house and saying goodbye as I remember all that took place in this house--the good and the bad. I try and engrave a picture inside of my head, hoping I’ll never forget them.
“COURTNEY!” My dad yells, “GET A MOVE ON!!”
“1 more minute dad?” I ask, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Fine, but we have to leave! Pronto!” Why is he in such a hurry? God, he’s lived here for twenty years and he’s so anxious to leave.
I feel like locking myself in the empty room, with nothing left but a bunch of dust and my curtains. But I figure my dad would break the door down if I stay, so I wander my way down the stairs, through the hall, and out the doorway for the last time. Once I get back to the driveway I turn back and blow a kiss to the house that holds all of my memories.
My dad can see the tears starting to swell up in my eyes but makes no effort to even try to comfort me.
It has been 3 years since my mom died from breast cancer and my dad has already found somebody to replace her. Her name is Lisa, and I hate her. She’ll never be my mother. Now we’re moving because my dad got transferred, and he thinks moving is “a very good way to start a new life.”
As we pull out of the driveway I turn on my portable CD player and Rancid blasts through my headphones. I find comfort in the music and lay my head down.
“Courtney, always remember to follow your heart, baby. Be yourself. And don’t be afraid. You know, when I’m an angel I will always watch over you.”
Thoughts of my mom fill my dream. As I wake up there’s a giant sign: “WALDORF WELCOMES YOU!” Well, how nice of them to welcome us.
We drive down a little street and my dad announces, “We’re here!”
“Oh, just wonderful…” I mumble as I take my headphones off and sweep my coppery brown hair with red highlights behind my ear and out of my face.
He hears me.
“Court, I thought you said that you’re okay with this?”
“Well… what else was I supposed to say, dad? No? You wouldn’t let me stay anyways!!” I practically scream. I’m mad and confused and upset. Not a very good combination.
Lisa is already at the house, she wanted a head start on the moving. When she sees me she runs out of the house and gives me a hug. Somehow, Lisa has made the assumption that I like her. Not true.
I try to walk away and not accept the hug. She realizes this and hugs me tighter… what a bitch… I pull away quickly and run in the car to get my bag. I make my way up the green carpet. The lawn is too perfect to even be called a lawn. The house is huge. Bigger than I have ever expected. Dad and Lisa had a tour of it, but each time they came up, they left me home.
I find the room with all my boxes in it. My old room would fit inside this one… twice. More wall space is always nice. My old room was a mess of posters and ripped out pages from magazines. The walls were covered and I soon moved to the ceiling. But maybe now, my room will actually look like I take care of it. Until now, I don’t realize I’m still carrying my bag. I throw it down and grab my hoodie out of it. I guess I’ll go for a walk.
As I walk out of the house Dad and Lisa walk in. “I’m looking around.” I inform my dad flatly, knowing he won’t care where the heck I am. Now he has Lisa. Why would he need me?
Chapter 1
Courtney’s POV
“I hate my life.” I sigh, taking a few final glances around the house and saying goodbye as I remember all that took place in this house--the good and the bad. I try and engrave a picture inside of my head, hoping I’ll never forget them.
“COURTNEY!” My dad yells, “GET A MOVE ON!!”
“1 more minute dad?” I ask, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Fine, but we have to leave! Pronto!” Why is he in such a hurry? God, he’s lived here for twenty years and he’s so anxious to leave.
I feel like locking myself in the empty room, with nothing left but a bunch of dust and my curtains. But I figure my dad would break the door down if I stay, so I wander my way down the stairs, through the hall, and out the doorway for the last time. Once I get back to the driveway I turn back and blow a kiss to the house that holds all of my memories.
My dad can see the tears starting to swell up in my eyes but makes no effort to even try to comfort me.
It has been 3 years since my mom died from breast cancer and my dad has already found somebody to replace her. Her name is Lisa, and I hate her. She’ll never be my mother. Now we’re moving because my dad got transferred, and he thinks moving is “a very good way to start a new life.”
As we pull out of the driveway I turn on my portable CD player and Rancid blasts through my headphones. I find comfort in the music and lay my head down.
“Courtney, always remember to follow your heart, baby. Be yourself. And don’t be afraid. You know, when I’m an angel I will always watch over you.”
Thoughts of my mom fill my dream. As I wake up there’s a giant sign: “WALDORF WELCOMES YOU!” Well, how nice of them to welcome us.
We drive down a little street and my dad announces, “We’re here!”
“Oh, just wonderful…” I mumble as I take my headphones off and sweep my coppery brown hair with red highlights behind my ear and out of my face.
He hears me.
“Court, I thought you said that you’re okay with this?”
“Well… what else was I supposed to say, dad? No? You wouldn’t let me stay anyways!!” I practically scream. I’m mad and confused and upset. Not a very good combination.
Lisa is already at the house, she wanted a head start on the moving. When she sees me she runs out of the house and gives me a hug. Somehow, Lisa has made the assumption that I like her. Not true.
I try to walk away and not accept the hug. She realizes this and hugs me tighter… what a bitch… I pull away quickly and run in the car to get my bag. I make my way up the green carpet. The lawn is too perfect to even be called a lawn. The house is huge. Bigger than I have ever expected. Dad and Lisa had a tour of it, but each time they came up, they left me home.
I find the room with all my boxes in it. My old room would fit inside this one… twice. More wall space is always nice. My old room was a mess of posters and ripped out pages from magazines. The walls were covered and I soon moved to the ceiling. But maybe now, my room will actually look like I take care of it. Until now, I don’t realize I’m still carrying my bag. I throw it down and grab my hoodie out of it. I guess I’ll go for a walk.
As I walk out of the house Dad and Lisa walk in. “I’m looking around.” I inform my dad flatly, knowing he won’t care where the heck I am. Now he has Lisa. Why would he need me?
