Alone in France

by WoggyMogg10

Susan's parents have divorced and she has gone to live with her father in France, leaving the rest of her family in England. A moving, descriptive short story about how she really feels. Please read and review, thanks.

Short Story – Alone in France

I had never felt so alone. My parents had divorced a few months ago and I was in France, with my father. I was to stay with him for the foreseeable future. I was the eldest child in the family, so that was why I was in France. Lucy, my brothers and my mother were still in England, where I used to live.

I sat by myself on the small bed in the corner of my bedroom in my father's house. I sighed heavily. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes.

The phone in the room rang. The sound cut through the silence like a knife through butter. I pressed the phone to my ear. It felt cool against my warm face.

"Susan?" my mother's sweet voice crackled down the phone line, oozing into my veins. Her voice was like icy water on a hot summers day, like the taste of warm buttered bread.

Why did mother and father have to have that dreadful fight? Why did they divorce and why did father move to France?

I held back tears and stood up, "Hello, mother,"

I walked over too the white chest of drawers in the center of my room. Each step I took made the floorboards moan like an orphaned child. I grabbed the knob on the cupboard and pulled softly. Inside the cupboard lay a pleated, checkered skirt and a long, yellow jumper. The clothes hadn't been worn yet and bright orange tags hung from them.

I walked over to the circular mirror that hung on the wall. I stared at my reflection. My face was red and puffy from crying and my lanky brown hair stuck to the sides of my face. My face was pale and my brown eyes looked glassy.

"Sweetheart, we miss you,"

I took the phone down from my ear. I ruffled my hair with my hand and breathed deeply.

I felt warm tears spring to my eyes, "I miss you too," I whispered softly.

I could taste my salty tears as I spoke. I paced up and down the small room. A strong breeze blew through the small window and made a ghastly noise as it passed through the grey shutters. The cobwebs that hang in the corners of the room stirred gently every time wind blew through the window. A small spider scurried across the dusty floor.

A shiver crept up my spine when I heard my sisters warm voice, "Susan, are you all right?"

I sat down on the floor and crossed my legs. I looked at the peeling orange wallpaper that hung in shreds on the walls. Tears were streaming down my round face. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears with the sleeve of my plain red shirt.

"Yes, I'm fine. Everything's great,"