AN: This is sorta and AU and sorta in canon verse, I took various pieces and patched them together. Enjoy! Please read and Review! Thanks to my editor Molly!
Disclaimer: Ik bezit geen van dit, als je het herkent, is het niet van mij.
I was lying upside down on my bed;the only way that I could stop myself from kicking a hole in the wall. I was bored. It was only three in the afternoon but I had already done all my homework, had lunch, worked on assignments for next week and annoyed the crud out of my mom. Just to top it off, it was pouring and I couldn't even go outside. I was antsy and so there I was, seeing how long I could stay upside down until all the blood rushed to my head and I blacked out. Not that I was trying to do that, but in third grade, I was in a contest with another girl and she had said that the longest she had hung upside down from the monkey bars war ten minutes. I told her that I could stay longer. She fainted at 45 minutes, I kept going and was forcibly removed by the school nurse at one hour and twenty minutes. At this time, I checked the clock that was across the room on my bookshelf. I was already at two hours and it felt like five minutes. I couldn't sleep so I couldn't even take a nap, anyways, I had slept...a day or five or six ago? Maybe a bit longer? It wasn't that unusual you know. Right as I was going to go back to counting to the largest number I knew, my door was slammed open with cries of Madison! I was so startled that I did a flip off my bed and did an unintentional summersalt into my desk, sending books to land on top of me. Thankfully not my head.
"Get up, move! We have places to see, things to do! Fish gotta fly and birds gotta swim!" By this point my mom had stalked out of my room and down the hall to where we kept luggage for when we weren't travelling. She was yelling at me, I thought it was just for the fun of it but she did have a reason. It was shown in her voice that she seemed to urgant to be happy with whatever she wanted to do. I stumbled up from my dazed state,
"Mom? What is going on, do you need help?"
"Get clothes together." She came into my room hauling the largest suitcase we owned, which was two layers and could fit clothes for my mom, dad and I into it for at least a week. "Pack whatever you think you would want to take with you for I don't know how long. Books, shoes, clothes, school things. I don't care, make it fit." She ran out of my room again and down the hall to her office where she seemed to pick up the phone in the middle of a conversation. I couldn't hear much clearly but I did follow her directions. I shoved my favorite clothes into the suitcase and I started to pull things out of my closet but I still had a fair bit of room left. I threw in all the makeup I owned, because for once there were no space restrictions to my packing. I had barely enough room left for one thing, Felix. Felix is not a he but an it. Felix is my most prized possesion. He is a large brown bear with a red hat that my mom got me who knows when but I sleep with him every night. It's not childish. On a last second impulse I shove my signed Hamilton playbill and Newsies poster into my bag and I just manage to zip it up. I could go a long time without needing to return home and that worried me a bit. Once I was ready, mom practically threw my bag out the door of my family's ranch style house and into the car. She drove like a bat out of hell to Reagan Airport, did the quickest spin through security that I had ever seen and we were on the 5:00 flight to New York City. I had packed by giant school backpack full of books and papers that I didn't know if I would ever need. I leaned against the window watching Washington DC, my hometown for as long as I could remember disappear beneath me. The actual flight itself was short only about an hour and a half but I was feeling antsy ten minutes in as the adrenaline of the past hour or two wear off. I tried to alternate between reading a book and looking out the window but nothing seemed to work. I finally turned to my mom and asked her to explain what was happening.
"I found someone that can help with your problem."
"My problem? What problem? I am perfectly fine. Is this about the plate that I broke a few weeks ago? I'm sorry, looking back, I shouldn't have used it as a frisbee."
"No, no." She stopped and turned to look at me with sadness in her eyes, "It's not about that. It's...your issue, your activeness, your whatever you want to call it is an issue and has been for the past three years! I don't know what I can do about it anymore and I don't think your dad and can help you either, we've tried honey, we really have…" I cut her off.
"So why are we running up to New York?"
"I found someone who may be able to help. His name is Dr. Fury and he specializes in programs that help others manage strengths. As you can tell, he works mainly out of New York but I will try to see if we can get something worked out so you can stay in DC." With mention of me leaving DC, she began to tear up and I leaned over to hug her, "I don't know what the doctor will say but whatever happens is going to be in your best interests. You will still be going to school and will be under the care of an adult at all times, you will not be allowed go out and have adventures even though your parents aren't there. Do you understand young miss?" I nodded my head yes before I rested it on my mother's shoulder trying to contemplate the idea of leaving home at 15. But I concluded that it would be good for me to get a change of scenery. I would miss the few friends that I had but had not made many new ones as I may be leaving school in the middle of October. There was only a week and a half until Halloween; not that I had any plans but still. I felt kinda crummy just falling off the face of the earth with everyone at home. I didn't have a phone or a laptop which would make it hard to stay in touch but I figured I would be home before I knew it. When the plane finally landed, we got my bag and my mom hailed a taxi, and gave him the address of the doctor. If there was anywhere in the world that I had to live, I would definitely choose New York New York. We have family living up there and I've been there enough times to consider myself a New Yorker at heart. Nothing can beat a fresh Zabar's Bagel with a schmear of scallion cream cheese, onions, tomato and paper-thin lox for breakfast. Looking out the window, I saw the landscape start to truly form into downtown NYC with buildings so high you could hardly see any trace of sky. Going down several side streets, we pulled up in front of an official looking brownstone but there was no sign indicating a practice even though there were plenty of other businesses in the area. The door to the address was locked but when my mother knocked on it, it was opened by a pretty young woman wearing a purple top and black skirt with an inviting smile on her face. "Please come in, you were right on time." And so in we went.