Author: SkyTate20
Title: Memoirs of a Family
Summary: My name is Bridge Carson, I'm a famous writer, and, today, I want to tell you all a story, a real one: it tells about my family and all the people that live in it, with all their stories combined together…
Disclaimer: nothing is mine! Just the story's idea!
Chapter 1
Bridge POV
I don't even know why I'm starting this story: I'm really not use to write about something this personal.
First off all let me introduce myself: I'm Bridge Carson, I'm 29, and I'm a well known writer in the USA. Usually, as I was saying, I write about mysteries around the World, mostly about UFOs, but, recently, I've had the funny idea of changing topic. So, that's maybe why I'm starting this book, one that told the story about my family.
My family. Where do I start? Well… we're not just a simple family, the ones you see all around you. We're very strange: other than my mom and my father, there're also 4 children, me included. Maybe we're related by name, but not by blood. Since mom and dad couldn't have any children, they adopted all of us. We all have different stories, but we're all related in the same way: our real parents we're killed while trying to destroy Venjix, a powerful virus created by terrorist to conquer the States. Our family has created a cure for this and, since it's going well, all of us are safe.
But this is not why I'm starting this book. I want to tell a story about a family that lives in this time of our lives were all of us could be in danger, and I will include mine in all off this. First, let's start by introducing the members of my little "group": the only way to introduce a family consists in starting with the patriarch. So I will start with Wesley James Collins, 70, founder of the Anti-V Corporation, a powerful organization born to stop the diffusion of the Venjix virus. He is a very respectful man, he know what to do in every circumstance. Maybe he can be very hard on you sometimes, but we all know what he had passed through his life and why it's hard for him trusting someone. I mean, if one man one day shows up at your door and claims that has the cure off your illness, you wouldn't at least listen to him? I bet you would. That's what my father did and, shame, he's taught himself that he shouldn't trust anybody. Other then work hard in the family business, he loves spending time with his children and grandchildren. That's what makes him go on in his life. He also loves talking about politics as much as working: he share the same view as my sister and my mother's opposite and, for that, most of the time it's like living in a talk show instead of my house. It's funny watching them talk, actually: they look like wolves that fight for a piece of meat.
Then there's my mother, Jennifer Scott Collins, 62. A great woman, without a doubt but, how can I say it… she had the tendency of live her children's lives. I mean, she still try to get us out of trouble like we still were 2 or 3. I love my mother, but sometimes it's just too much. Maybe she does that because she's afraid of losing us because of this stupid virus. I really can understand that, and maybe you can too: think about someone you love; you wouldn't do anything you can to keep him or her safe? I think everyone would do that. She met our father when she was 20 and they got married the following year. A bit crazy, if I can say it. Love can be strange sometimes. She thought many times about leaving but, every time she looked back at my dad, she changed her mind. After what he passed, she didn't dare leaving him. She quarrels a lot with my sister about, well, everything. But I know she loves her, as much as my sister's. She spends a lot of her time in the house cleaning and cooking, and sometimes she organizes big charity events around the city for every cause. People around the city adore her, and she lives for that: making the others happy.
Now let's skip to my siblings: let's start by saying that even if our family name is Collins, we decided to change it to avoid any kind of problem. You know, with my father's fight against terrorist, you don't know what can happen. First of the children is Sydney Marie Drew, 42. She works in the family business and the mother of my two beautiful nephews: Cole and Conner. She's a fantastic woman indeed, but sometimes she can't be both a mother and a business woman at the same time. That's caused many problems in her wedding: even if her husband Ryan decided to work from home, he always criticizes her for not being at home. I lost count of the times she busted through the front door crying. Many times I almost beat up that moron, but she always stopped me before I could start. Why? I don't know. Maybe she thinks he is right or something similar. So why spending three quarters of the day close in a office working on something that's fine? I told you we're a strange family…
Next is Summer Angela Landsdown, 40. She is basically the rebel of the family: always have her ideas, and no one can make her change her mind. She and my mother fight for everything, most of all politic, since Summer is a talk show's host. My mother doesn't share the same political view of her, even not my father's as I said before. She moved out of the house for a long period, to "find herself" as she said: she spent three years in New York alone. I missed her during that period: I can say that I have a special bound with her. We always talk about everything that comes through our mind, even the stupidest thing. She has some problem finding a great guy to marry, but I know she will find him someday. I just hope he can treat her really well and love her, even if she is stubborn sometimes.
I talked about the girls, now let's analyze the boys. First of us is Flynn David McCallistair, 39. He's an amazing mechanic and a faithful husband. My father wanted him to become a great lawyer or doctor, but he chose to be a mechanic, disappointing him. They didn't talk for a long time, almost five years, but then my father realized his mistake and asked for forgiveness, thing that Flynn was happy to give to him. Now they don't talk about anymore that period, as if it never has been part of our lives. He can build amazing things, but no one ever recognized his talent. Sometimes it hurt seeing him faking that everything is ok: you see, it looks like he's always good because he came into the room with a big smile, but you can see in his eyes that it hurts him, even when he looks at Sydney and sees her success. I really hope that things will turn good for him, because he doesn't deserve this.
Then, last, there's me. As I said before I'm Bridge and I'm 29. I hadn't got a great past: maybe I'm a great writer right now, but I used to be a drug addicted. I know, no one knows about this but, since we're talking about family and revelation, why not say this? I spent almost a year in rehab. I was almost on the verge of dying, but something or someone saved me. I still don't know what happened that day, but I thank God that I'm still here. During my time in that centre, I met a great man that thought me everything about writing books and novels. Then, after I was out of there, I started researching about the great world's mysteries, and I made that my business. Like Summer, I still haven't found the love of my life, mostly because I still don't know what I'm attracted to. Oh scrap! Another revelation in just two lines!
I think the presentations are done. Next pages you will found all about my family and its adventures. Trust me, lots has to come.
NORMAL POV
Bridge sighed and put down the pen. He looked at the clock near him and read 3.40 AM. He rubbed slowly his eyes and then looked at the family picture near him: they looked so happy in there. But it was before everything happened. Then Bridge realized what he had to write about next: Summer's birthday, where all begun…
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Well, first of all, sorry for being away all this time, but I actually couldn't put down a sentence anymore. I don't know why. Anyway, I came up with this idea just today. Tell me what you think about it as always. Please review!!!!
