October
Two Halves- Chapter 1
From the author of Eyes of Jade. Don’t worry, I’m still continuing Eyes of Jade, but here’s the fist chapter of my (maybe) next story…please read!
“So, how do you like Oceanview?” Mom asks me earnestly as she drives down Palm Street, where our new home is located. She adjusts her sunglasses and glances behind her shoulder to look at me in the backseat with her sky blue eyes.
“Eyes on the road, Mom,” I warn her for the millionth time today. Honestly, I don’t know how the woman ever survived without having me to remind her about safe driving. Before she picked me up from Gramp and Gran’s so I could live with her, she did get into a lot of accidents, though. Sometimes I think my birth was no accident. Even though she probably does.
Sighing, Mom turns back to the wheel. “You haven’t answered my question, Heidi.” She rolls down the car window, letting her beautiful blonde hair blow in the wind. I feel the familiar stab of envy course through me. My mom is drop-dead gorgeous—and I don’t look anything like her.
With a groan of annoyance, I peer out my window. Flat is the first word that comes to my mind. Flat streets, stretched as far as the eye can see. I’m more used to hilly areas, but I can easily adapt. It’s also lacking sunlight. Gazing skyward, I notice gray wisps of storm clouds rolling in across the white sky.
“It looks like it might rain,” I say, somewhat cheerful now. I love the rain, but more importantly, this would discourage Mom in forcing me to get acquainted with the city right away. Not that it’s really necessary, since we move around at least every half-year. Mom’s a superb dancer, and she’s a member of this troupe that tours the state. Unfortunately, that means I’m always dragged along with her. I don’t know how long I can stand this.
“Heidi!”
I roll my eyes. “Calm down, Mom! Look, it’s nice, whatever. Do you have to ask me this every time we move? We’re going to be out of here in a year, so what’s the big deal?”
Mom hesitates, and then speaks. “Heidi…I didn’t tell you? I quit the Wonder Girls, and got a permanent job as assistant teacher at a dance studio here in Oceanview. We’re staying here for good.”
My jaw drops. “WHAT?” Typical, scatterbrained Mom. We’re going to stay here? And she never asked me if I was okay with it?
Mom doesn’t seem to notice my irritation, and chatters away as she applies a fresh coat of red lipstick with only one hand on the wheel—something I would usually not allow, but I am too shocked for words. “This will be fantastic! I’ll be able to teach dancing, and you get to attend Oceanview High School. Miss Brown says it’s a great school with a lot of nice kids. It’s what you need, you know? You worry me, always spending your time reading books and not mingling. You can join the cheerleading squad, get a boyfriend…and you’ll have a real high school graduation.”
Furious, I don’t answer and fumble in my sweatshirt pocket for my iPod. Jamming the earplugs in my ears, I turn the volume up, but even soulful classical guitar fails to calm me down.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Different from my other one, huh? Complete different vibe, since it’s modern. Comment and tell me what you think. =D
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By Swan Circling Published: 4/25/2009 |
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