A/N: I'm Parker, and I'm addicted to Fanfiction. (Hi, Parker)
I just thought I'd jump into this writing thing a little more. This is the first story I've ever posted onto the interwebs that isn't a little one-shot, so I'm quite nervous about it... BUT I've been having so much fun writing it that I am going to share. I hope it's not too awful!
Disclaimer: I'm just a fan.
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Chapter1.
I was seventeen when I first came here.
We had driven for hours away from the life I had known to a house in the heart of the country, ten miles away from any railway station and even more from the nearest clothing store, to my sister Katie's dismay.
I hadn't complained though. I feel as though my sister did enough of that for the both of us. I didn't mind, really, but then again she did have a boyfriend, and I did not.
I peered out the window of our car, and watched the blurring trees swaying in the wind as the rain slipped its way down the glass. I was actually looking forward to the quiet that consumed the country. It was nice, and calm. Peaceful.
Katie coughed pointedly, and I turned to see her staring at me in disgust. I quickly composed myself, wiping off the smile I had on my face that I didn't know was there, and looked down at my lap.
"You do realize I'm going to be moving back to live with Danny as soon as I can, yeah?" She said turning her hateful gaze to my father who was concentrating on his driving.
"Oh, c'mon love! It's not that bad." He said glancing at her through the rearview mirror.
"Well, why doesn't he have to go?" Katie asked raising her eyebrows and pointing back to James in the back seat.
"..Do you want him to stay with you?" Dad asked turning his head and giving Katie a doubtful look.
"good point." Katie mumbled.
"Besides, It's only for a bit while your mother and I get things sorted back home."
We had been having financial issues ever since our dad lost his Gym. We lost our home, and were forced to live in a motor home for a bit before our parents decided it best to bring us to live with our aunt, Rosie, while they work on getting our life back together in London.
"Back home? Where is that exactly, hmm? We're fucking homele-"
"Katherine," Said our mom turning to send her a warning look. She shut up immediately, and turned to her window. I did the same.
"Are we there yet? I've got a shit load of shit I need to shi-"
"JAMES!" My mom shouted turning once again," I am appalled with your language. All of you. You will not be speaking this way at your aunt's."
"But I didn't even say anything!" I said turning my gaze from the window once more.
The car turned sharply, ending the argument as the house came into view.
It was very large, and beautiful. It was brick, with large windows, and was completely surrounded by green grass.
The car halted, and Katie quickly pushed the door open, grabbing two of her extremely large bags and marching towards the building in a huff.
I was suddenly very excited to see my Aunt Rosie. She was so fun, and artsy. When I was little we would go on hikes together her, Katie, and me, and we would always stop to sit on the cliff edge, and she would reach into her pack and take out paints and canvases, and we would paint our surroundings and just talk. I used to love visiting her and Uncle William here. Katie did too, but she lost interest as soon as she discovered all of the reality shows on television. That was so long ago.
It made me sad to know that I barely knew her now. She was such a lovely woman, which is probably why her and my mum didn't really get on that well. She was three years younger, and her beliefs did not match my mothers in many ways. I remember they used to argue constantly, hadn't talked for more than four years out of my childhood, and are still a bit awkward to this day. They still love each other though, you can tell. It's a sister thing.
"Come on, Emily," Katie shouted turning around, and snapping me out of my head. I sighed and grabbed my bag before stepping out of the car and following her.
The door opened before we got to it, and Rosie stood there smiling brilliantly. She was a very pretty woman. She didn't look much like mum apart from her eyes. Her features were much softer, and her smile was always genuine. She had short dark hair, and rosy cheeks, and she was wearing a dark green flannel button up, and a pair of dark trousers.
I found myself smiling back immediately, and we both set our bags down to give her hugs.
"Well, if it isn't my favourite twins, " She said as she pulled back to look us over," both beautiful as ever. I can't wait to catch up."
"Auntie Rose, I need to shi-" James was slapped in the back of the head by my mom as they made their way towards us, "Er… use the restroom."
She laughed softly, "Of course Jamesie. I'll show you to it while I lead the girls to their rooms to put their stuff down."
The house was extremely large. The rooms boarding the corridors seemed endless. There was artwork, and photos hanging on the walls, and book cases filled with adventures in others. The house was full of many mysterious rooms and even some themed rooms that Rosie decorated herself picking things up from pawn shops here and there. I whispered something about "exploring through the house" to Katie and she rolled her eyes, and smiled. Rosie gave us the grand tour of the home that I barely remembered from my childhood, and ended up introducing the room that would be ours.
I realized it made me sad to know that she had to live in this huge home by herself. Uncle William had passed away in a forest fire that happened nearby while hiking. It had been years, and she seemed to be okay now, but I still made it a personal goal to make sure Aunt Rosie would enjoy having us living here with her by making her feel less alone… If that was the case.
After an hour or so of tea and random chit-chat (and a very awkward goodbye exchange between our mother and Rosie), we said our goodbyes to our parents and James, and were left to unpack in our room. Katie and I shared a room, although we really didn't need to.
The room was simple. There were two beds on each side of the wall both taking sides of the large window framed with soft white curtains. Under the window sat a small dresser, and to the left of the door sat a large white wardrobe with swirly carvings engraved in the doors. There was only one though, so Katie and I would have to share.
I lifted my bag onto the bed on the right, dumped my stuff onto it and began to sort through my clothes, folding some, and hanging some on the hangers I found in the wardrobe.
"You're joking." Katie said from beside me as I hung up one of my sweaters. I turned around to find her staring at me, eyebrows up incredulously.
"..What?"
"She can't expect us to only use one wardrobe at that size. Look at all of this," she motioned towards her bed which was completely piled with dresses and blouses. It was a pile that obviously wouldn't fit in a wardrobe along with my stuff.
Just then, Rosie poked her head in curiously.
"Is everything alright?" she asked reading the expression on Katie's face.
"It seems Katie and I might need more storage." I nodded towards the clothes which were now tipping over a bit, slowly slipping off towards the floor.
Rosie laughed, "I see... Well," she seemed to ponder this for a bit before smiling, "Oh wait!" She then quickly disappeared, running into the hall. The sound of her running halted as she suddenly reappeared back at the door, "I'm going to need a bit of help." She said with a smile.
We followed her down the hall until we reached another hall filled with more doors. She stopped at the end of the corridor and walked into a room with a high ceiling and a large window. It was empty apart from a large dark wardrobe. It was smaller than the one in our room, and it seemed aged. Katie smiled broadly to herself, and nudged my side,
"This one is yours." She said with a wink before heading towards it and bending her knees in preparation for the lift.
Katie and I spent the rest of the day organizing and getting comfortable. We had a nice dinner with Aunt Rosie and watched a few romantic comedies before the three of us decided to call it a night and heading to bed.
"It's nice here." I said to Katie as we lay in our beds and listened to the rain tapping lightly on the window. I heard Katie rustle in her sheets, as she turned to face me from across the room.
"It's alright." She said. I smiled to myself, and closed my eyes before I felt myself slip into a peaceful slumber.
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