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Hey my names Maddy and this is my first ever FanFiction so please be nice and dont forget I would LOVE feedback at the end.
Thanx
Chapter One
They're gone… with a simple phone call, I will never see or hear from them ever again… a drunk driver, bad timing and a split second decision that's all it took to take away two of the most important people in the world from me. My mum and my little brother, at 16 years I will never know what it is like to have my mum there to pick out my outfit for my first date. I will never have another fight with my little brother over the computer or whose turn it was in the front seat of the car. It's only my dad and me now, no one else, just us.
It's only now as I sit watching everyone else sleep on the plane, does it sink in that I will never return to the place I grew up, where all my cherished memories of them are. I am moving to Forks Washington away from those memories, away from the familiar away from my home.
My dad, Michael got a new job just months after their funerals; their presence was everywhere and just got to much to handle for him. "Miki ... What are you doing still awake?" my dad asked groggily interrupting my train of thought. "Nothing dad, I just find it hard to sleep on planes. I haven't had as much practice as some people." I joked. To be truthful I hadn't slept properly since that night. People say I have changed. I know I have, I have always had long brown hair with natural blonde highlights that everyone envied, but now it seems dull and lifeless, I can never be bothered putting any effort into it, it was always my mum who encouraged me to dress up now without her I couldn't be bothered in my appearance. My eyes used to be bright and my favourite feature as they were large and an unusual colour them having green on the outside that faded into brown then the black of my pupil. My eyes were a mixture of my dad and mum sometimes looking yellow, everyone used to think they were the coolest things ever, but now I cant even look at myself in the mirror. As a child I was always chubby and for as long as I can remember have been on a diet. But since they have left I only eat when is absolutely necessary or if my dad insists upon it. None of my clothes fit anymore, I know I should eat more that it isn't healthy, but I can't bring myself to do it, just like shopping. My mother loved shopping and would drag me into shopping trips whenever she could bribe me into it. Before we left I had to go shopping with my dad for a whole new wardrobe, I couldn't stand it, there was no one there to give their honest opinion I knew my dad wouldn't care, I knew that no one but my own mother would ever truly tell me their true opinions I trusted no one like I trusted my mum.
There was a tingling sensation running down my cheek, then one on the other side I realized that I was crying again. "Passengers this is your captain speaking, the seatbelt sign has come on it is requested that you put your seats in the upright position and put your trays up to prepare for landing. We will be landing in approximately five minutes. On behalf of American Airways we thankyou for flying with us and hope you enjoy your time in Seattle." The plane began its descent as I craned my neck out the window to see my new life.
My new life with no nagging mother, no annoying little brother, no crazy friends, just a father and a new town that will never be home
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As we exited the plane we saw a simple white sign with Mr. Simons written on it being held up by a short, podgy man. "Hey dad, don't you think that man reminds you of an umpa lumpa?" He shoulders started shaking, a sure sign that he was laughing. "Definitely, if we're lucky maybe he will start singing and dancing for us." The giggles that I held back until now came out in fits of laughter. I mean the man wasn't that bad. He had black hair styled in a comb over, you could clearly see his receding hairline, however he was smartly dressed in a well tailored suit and he had this air of authority around him that made you pay attention to him. "Ah Mr Brown, thankyou coming down to pick us up, it is much appreciated." It was funny when my father spoke in his business voice, and I can never keep the smile off my face when he does so. "It was no problem Mr. Simons and please call me Dan. I wouldn't imagine you would be able to find a public service that would let those creatures into their vehicles." The creatures Mr. Brown or as I now referred to him as umpa lumpa was referring to were Benson and Monty my two babies.
Benson was a Newfoundland and still had his puppy face, he had a gorgeous black coat and came up to almost my hip, Monty on the other hand was a Maltese shitzu that reached halfway to my knee and was a dirty white with black spots. Monty for some reason never could keep his tongue in his mouth and was therefore dubbed downy dog by my dad. After collecting the dogs and our luggage we made our way out to umpa lumpa's car. Car is not the word for the monstrosity that was this vehicle, it was huge the wheels came practically up to my waste. He called it a hummer, and soon got onto the topic of business. I put my Ipod in and soon fell asleep.
I awoke surrounded by green, it was an unusual colour to see as I grew up in the drought and have gotten used to the different shades of brown, but this was green! In my sleep induced haze I slip falling out of the car landing with a very loud "OUMPH" well at least I now knew the ground is just as hard here as it was back in Australia, nothings changed there. The new house is a small two-story brick building, the garden was simple and cute, it was low maintenance and perfect for my dad and me. Immediately inside the front door is a smallish living room, which flows through to a large kitchen/ eating room. Walking upstairs ignoring my father trying to get the dogs out of the monstrosity that is umpa lumpa's car, I notice three doors the one immediately to my left was an average sized bedroom with cream walls and cream carpet, in front of the stairs was the bathroom with a humungous spa that took up half the bathroom, a shower and toilet, I couldn't wait to test out the bath, the door to the bedroom on my right was my dream bedroom, it wasn't large in size but was black and white in theme. Three of the walls were white, with the forth being a black wardrobe that ran across the entire wall, the carpet was black, my bed was set up with black and white pillows and comforter. I couldn't wait to set the rest of my stuff up to complete the look. My dad must have done this for me, I couldn't believe it, my dad gave me my dream bedroom. I went running down the stairs and ran straight into my dad tears streaming down my face. "Thankyou. Thankyou. Thankyou. Thankyou." I just kept repeating over and over again to him. Dad just kissed my forehead and said "anything for you chicken." Chicken had been my nickname since I was little and he hadn't called me it since the accident. We spent the next two days unpacking the house and getting the dogs settled.
It was now Sunday night and I was dreading tomorrow, the first day at my new school, Forks High.
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