Alright, so I don't know if any of you have read this or not. I tell you this is MY OWN personal work of art...yes art, because it is everything that i hold dear to my heart. so good luck keeping your emotions out of it. i poured my heart and soul into this story...and finally i have finished it, so here goes nothing- The Kings Girl, written my Kira O'loughlin.
Chapter one: Alaskan kinda of effort.
I have just received the WORST possible news ever. My dad had taken a job as a crab boat captian- IN ALASKA! Why anyone would want to move to Alaska is beyond me.
One its cold, two its cold, and three its dark half the year there! Alaska is my personal hell, so when I found out we where moving there I had to resort to throwing a fit. It didn't work, considering that im on the boat sailing to King Cove at the moment. It was the smallest town I have ever heard of. Only 192 people, year round. That means it probably has a super small school too. Which sucks even worse. Im used to a huge school, back in North Carolina my school had a wopping total of 3500 students! So now that im on my way to Alaska, I feel like I should say that im leaving all my friends... and I hate it. My best friend Arie, is super mad at me for leaving. I can't even begin to think of how mad she is at my dad. Shes the one that I really hate to leave. Everyone else, can go shoot thems-
The horn on the boat sounds, signalling that we are coming into port. Its very cold and rainy. Im supprised that anyone in their right mind would want to live here. "Zoey! Your father wants you!" My mom calls over the loud speaker. Why couldn't dad have just called me? I shut my phone and place it in my pocket.
"Coming mom." I don't yell. The effort is a waste, the cold air hugs my throat making it impossible to yell. Im standing at the bow of the boat so I have to climb three flights of stairs to make it to the wheel house. The first flight was easy, it was inside where it was warm, the second and third flight of stairs however where outside... in the cold... and the wind. I skip two steps on the stairs thinking it will allow me to get out of the cold faster. I reach the third flight of stairs when my mom calls again over the loud speaker.
"Zoey! Your father would like to speak to you!" I ignore her call and continue on the third stairs. Im about half way up when the boat suddenly stops, flinging me forward. I hit the metal stairs with my head first, and then my body. Holy crap, that really hurts. Its sure to leave a bruise! Fudge.
Now that the boat is stationary, im able to walk up the rest of the stairs without a problem. I clutch my head and i can feel wetness. Oh my gosh... please don't let it be blood. I hate the way blood smells. I can feel it running down the side of my face. The smell is making me stumble. I open the door to the wheel house quickly. I needed to get help, my head really hurts."Oh hunny, what happened?" My dad says noticing my bloody hand. The blood wasn't coming out anymore, but i could feel and smell it all over my hand and fourhead. He handed me a towel.
"When the boat stopped i was on the stairs outisde, and i fell." I pushed the towel against my head. It hurt even worse. This week couldn't get any better, or so i thought.
"Sorry, but you mom did call you... twice." My father held up two fingers. "Here, sitdown...This will stop the bleeding." He pushed the towel harder against my head and I groaned in protest.
"Its not bleeding-" I wanted to finish my sentance but it was very hard to think. I could still smell the blood in the air, and the rusty smell was making me sick. "Can you open a window, please?" I looked to my father who nodded and went to open the one lone window in the wheel house. It took him a while to pry it open, but once he did I felt the rush of cool air. The smell was disappearing rapidly. "Thanks daddy."
"Robbert what happened to her?" My mom screamed looking at the bloody towel. "Zoey, are you okay hunny? Can you hear me?" She held up three fingers "How many fingers am i holding up?" I rolled my eyes. Im Not dying ... just bleeding.
"I fell on the stairs, im fine... yes i can hear you and 3." I answered all her frantic questions quickly so I could focus on my breathing. In and out. In and out. She breathed a sigh of relief and came to sit down next to me.
"You should be more careful, when your father and I arent here, well you'll have to look after yourself." She patted my head softly.
"What?" I stood up. The pain rushed back and I almost fell again. "Your going too? Your leaving me here... by myself?" I gulped and looked at my mom and then at my dad. "Are you freaking crazy!" I was a social person. I thrived by social interactions. I needed people around me to live life. I wasn't the party, but i needed party people!
My mom's eyebrows furrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. "I told you this wasn't a good idea Robert." She looked at my dad and then back to me. "Im sorry hunny, but your father needs help this season... and i know how to help." I glared at her. She was just making my life a living hell. First draging me to Alaska, then dumping me off! Was she serious?
"Oh, so that was the plan, huh?" I looked at her. I wanted to yell at her, but i thought i would get my point across more clearly if I kept my cool. "Tell me we're moving to Alaska, and then just drop me off here!" My voice got louder at the end of my sentance. "Or maybe it was what you wanted me to think... by bringing me here. That you WANTED ME HERE!" I yelled at her. I hated being shipped off. It was idiotic.
"No dear no... We want whats best for you." She got up and wrapped her arm around me. "We would never do that to you, thats why we're sending you to a private school." She hugged me tighter.
"Same difference." I muttered.
"Zoey your a big girl... Your going into your junior year." He sat down where my mom and I had just a few minutes agao. I had completly forgotten he was there. He had been so silent through my little tyraid. " You can handle living by yourself." He was right, I could do it. It would be hard, living in a school without my parents... but I guess I could live.
"Fine." I didn't want to say anymore. It was bad enough that I was hurt, but to hurt my parents. I couldn't live with myself. I was their only child, and I needed to be strong. Well I was strong. I played soccer and cheered for the high school. Thoes where the good days. "When are you guys leaving?" I forced myself to think about the present. No more past.
"Next week." my father looked down. "You start school on monday, and we'll be gone on tuesday." He forced a smile. My father was so easily readable. He had dark brown hair and light green eyes. His body was muscualr, just like a captian should be. He had this way of making me think everything was going to be all right. My mother was different. She had light blonde hair and dark green eyes. She was the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. Even models couldn't compare to her. Her skin was lightly suntanned from our last beach trip, and just like my father she had this perfect body.
I was the exception. I was short and small, I had always been this way. The only difference between my parents and I was the fact that I could play sports. I was great at soccer, and I loved to run. Cheering was fun too, I got to yell alot. My hair was just as dark as my father's, but I didn't have the same green eyes. I didn't even have green eyes. Mine where dark, almost black. Everyone always told me I had the perfect face... but I didn't think so. My lips where small. I did have curves though, that I loved. I was muscular, and strong. I just wish I could be mentally strong like my parents.
"You'll be fine, the kids here are really nice." My dad tried to pursuade me. He grinned at me.
"Cool..." I looked around and took my hand off my forehead. It was coverd in blood. I almost fainted. "Can we please get off this boat. I think i might faint." I pulled my hand up to forehead again. I couldn't bare to see the blood, and it was easier to keep it way from my eyes.
"Sure baby... Lets get you to the Dock Doctor first please." My mom grabbed my elbow and towed me towards the docking ladder. My head was feeling better now, im sure I just hit it the wrong way and cut myself.
We walked through the set of doors to the Dock Docotor's office. "Well now, Doctor! I need you in here, got a bleeder." The lady behind the counter said smiling. She eyed me curiously. I could hear the footsteps from behind the plexiglass counter and turned my head to see a very tall man in a white coat. "Im Doctor Evan." He said looking anxiously at my forehead. "lets get you cleaned up." He held his hand in front ofus and we all followed his lead.
"I fell on my dad's boat." He looked at me like I had six eyes. "and I hit the stairs." I added. He nodded.
He walked us down the hallway to door number 8. "In here." He opened the door and I walked in first. It was like every other Doctor's office. White walls, the bed with the annyoing paper on top. The posters showing different body parts, and diseases. "Please have a seat." I sat on the bed. The paper crinkled and bunched up under me. That sound irritated the crap out of me.
"I think you just broke the skin, I'll have to clean it to make sure." He turned around and picked up a clear white bottle. Alcohol. I sighed... this was going to painful. He picked up a tissue and poured some of the alcohol onto it. I moved my hand away from my forehead, and saw that my hand was now the dark color of dried blood. It was disgusting. He put the tissue up to my forehead and I made a hissing sound. "Sorry, i know it stings... but good news! You didn't crack your skull." He laughed a deep throaty laugh, I chocked on mine.
"I'll put on the butterfly stiches. They come out when the opening is healed." He picked up a small box and looked around spilling some bandages onto the floor. "Here we go." He opened up two bandages and stuck them on my forehead. "All better." I raised my hand. "Oh, bathroom is down the hall." He smiled.
I got up and walked down the long hallway to the bathroom. I tried not to look into the mirror afraid the blood would make me faint. Against my better judgement I looked into the mirror. You could just barely see the faint pink blood lines running down my face. He had cleaned it up very well. The two butterfly stiches covered most of the gash. I scrubbed my hands for about five minutes, not wanting to see or smell the blood.
"Zoey? You in there hunny?" My father knocked on the bathroom door frantically. "We want to show you, your new school before it starts." I rolled my eyes into the mirror. I wasn't keen on the idea of me going to a private school. Private school kids where snobs, all pretty snobs. I would hate it.
I walked out the door without acknowledging my father. "Lets get this over with." He had to sprint to keep up with me, and I could hear him huffing from effort. I smiled deviantly. I knew I was a fast walker, but I was nearly running to get out of this doctor's office. "Come on dad, your really slow you know." This was nothing. I was a soccer play. I could run for hours.
I reached the door first with my father a few paces behind me. I grinned at him. He grabbed the door handel for support. "Your... mom... has... the car... parked... outside...waiting for us." He said between breaths. It was funny to watch. I nodded still smiling. It was twisted to say the least that I was laughing... but it was the funniest thing I have done since we left North Carolina. "Lets go." His breathing evend out and he walked out the door.