Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Super 8, credit to the director, script writers, etc.
A's/N: So, I watched Super 8 about a week ago, and I've basically fallen in love with the film, it's so good! It's really touching as well, considering I've just experienced a loss somewhat similar to Joe's. ANYWAYS, I've been going through the Super 8 stories, they're all fantastic, and I decided to write my own! It will most likely turn out a Joe/OC, just a heads up, and I'm starting it off in the third person, I might change it to first person within the next chapters though, not sure yet. Enjoy and please tell me what you think!
BTW, the song that basically bases this story is 'Upside Down' by Paloma Faith, check it out, I think it suits my character well, lol.
Winter of 1979
The snow had been falling all night and by the time it had reached 4 o'clock pm it had set and now the small town on Lillian looked like a winter wonderland. In one of the streets a door of a house had opened and a girl walked out with her dog, it started barking loudly and run in the snow which made the girl giggle and chase after him.
She was wearing jeans, a jumper, with fury boots, a long blue coat with yellow gloves and hat and scarf to match. Her round, pale face made her cheeks and nose seem redder than they usually are, and her brown, waist-length wavy hair was starting to frizz because of the cold.
She ran after the dog till they were about 4 metres apart and slowed down to a walking pace, she rubbed her hands together and stuffed them in her pockets. Winter was her favourite season, she loved it when the snow was falling, and she watched the snow flakes fall onto her hand and laughed when it melted almost instantly. She loved admiring the icicles that formed out side her bedroom window and on trees, and gasped when they glistened, like diamonds.
Her mother hated it when she walked off in the snow, and didn't come back for hours, she hated it when she acted reckless and went to the limits. The thing she loathed most was when she dreamed aloud, and said the craziest of things, to her mothers dismay- her daughter believed anything was possible. She tried to keep her daughter inside, she wanted to keep her inside where she couldn't get hurt, where she couldn't dream, where she would be normal and where she tried to bring her back to reality, she would say that is she continued like this she'd end up like her father- dead.
But Aurora (pronounced Ah-Roar-Ah) didn't actually think her father was dead, she believed he was still here, telling her about magnificent creatures he's met, adventures he's been on, drawing and making experiments that would result in the craziest things. Her father, Xavier Donald, (pronounced EX-ay-vee-air) really was a fascinating person; he had named her Aurora after the Disney Princess widely known as Sleeping Beauty, as she was born sleeping, not crying or screaming, but sleeping peacefully- and to her father, sleeping beautifully. No, he wasn't really gone, she saw him every night, in her dreams. She had stupidly told her mother about that and she sent her to a Councillor, stating that Aurora had gone loopy, but when Aurora was asked if she thought she'd gone mad, she simply said 'I'm not crazy, I'm just a full-time dreamer.' Just like her father used to say.
The petit girl fixed her hat and admired the snow men in everyone's front yard; every house had one, all except one. The only thing the house had in their front yard was a swing, with a boy sitting on it, he seemed to be clutching some sort of necklace, but she couldn't see properly. His eyes were glistened with tears and his nose was puffy, something about him made her feel concerned, she wanted to go up to him and ask what was wrong. She stared at the boy a little longer when suddenly Amigo (the dog) started to bark and jumped into the boys front yard, Amigo ran around the swing and seemed to be enjoying himself. Aurora rolled her eyes and started to make her way the get the dog and apologise for his behaviour.
The boy looked up at the sound of her coming and his eyes widened; he didn't seem to be expecting anyone.
"Hey, sorry about Amigo, he loves the snow and goes a bit haywire when it does snow," Aurora said, smiling gently. She recognised the boy, he was the Deputy's son, and in all of her classes.
He looked up and Aurora's heart dropped at the sight of his big, brown eyes filled with tears, he looked broken. She furrowed her eyebrows together and sat on the snow in front of him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"You don't know?" his voice was shaking a bit, but Aurora could tell he was shocked.
"Should I know?"
"Everyone else does, so why not you?"
"I'm not everyone," Aurora replied, her round, green eyes darkened a bit. "I'm no-one."
He looked down into her eyes and he seemed to be confused but interested in the girl sitting cross legged on the cold, snowy ground. After about 5 minutes they were broken out of their thoughts by a commotion with two men, one of them, Aurora recognised, was the Deputy, the other was a man with blonde hair that reached his chin, Deputy Jack had arrested the man when he finally noticed his son on the swing.
"I'll be back soon, Joe," he said, he looked confused when he saw me but shook it off and drove away.
Aurora had called for her dog, got up, smiled weakly down at Joe and made her way back to her home, about 10 minutes away.
"Wait! What's your name?" Joe quickly yelled.
"You don't know?" Aurora answered, smirking a bit.
"Should I?"
"Well, I am in all of your classes," by now she was grinning. She waved and ran after Amigo, leaving the boy confused.
4 months later
The bell rang through the school, making it clear that it was the end of the school day, and finally it was the summer holidays. By the time Aurora had finished the sentence she was on the whole class had already left; she looked up, raised an eyebrow and sighed.
"C'mon Aurora, class has been dismissed, its summer! Why aren't you running out of school and yelling with the others?" her English teacher asked her.
"I don't really do the sun, or summer for that matter," Aurora said sheepishly, gathering her stuff.
"Really? I always thought you'd look good with a tan," the teacher said, clear honesty in her voice.
Aurora shook her head and smiled at her English teacher, she was by far her favourite, she always wore a neon pink dress with bright yellow tights, her hair in a very messy bun and dozens of clips in the shapes of trees in it, her class mates thought Miss Cloworth was crazy, maybe that's why they both got along so well.
She gave in her essay and said good bye, making her way to her bike but quickly picking up and putting in the bin a few crisp packets some students had thrown on the ground- which earned a few puzzled looks from some older girls, she was used to it by now. The words 'freak,' 'crazy' and 'fucking insane' were what the people in her class usually called her, though Aurora was always wondering what they'd come up next, maybe something original next time.
She walked her bike up to the gates before riding it home, occasionally getting off to feed the ducks in the nearby lake with the crust from her sandwiches. Summer in Lillian was always very hot, and the flowers Aurora plants in her front and back yard grow and turn out to be the wildest and loveliest things she's seen.
Once she got home she left her bike by the garage and walked in to be greeted by her dog and surprisingly, her mother.
"Mother, you're back early?" Aurora said, uncertainly.
"Yes, they let us all go home early, as we weren't getting any calls, but they might call me unexpectedly to go back up to the hospital, in case there was an emergency," she said, making a sandwich for herself and Aurora.
Daisy was a nurse at the local hospital, she working usually all day and most of the night, so neither of them saw each other often, as Aurora was always locked in her room with her sketch pad, reading books, Amigo and imagination.
"Have anything planned for today?" Daisy asked her daughter
"Not really, though I do feel like drawing," Aurora's eyes lit up at the thought of drawing.
"So not going out with any friends? Any real people?" she had a slight edge in her tone.
Aurora looked up from her sandwich and frowned. She had no idea what her mother was talking about, and what was she trying to say, that she was a loner? An outcast?
Truthfully, Aurora knew she was all of the above, but she didn't want to admit it, it made her feel lonely, and when she was lonely, she would usually run into her fathers lab and ask him to tell her a story, but now whenever she did run into his lab, no one and nothing was there, only a small desk and table, her mother had made sure everything that belong to her late husband was thrown away or sold, she wanted any memory of him pushed to the back of her mind, but Aurora promised herself and her mother she'd think of her father every night, before she went to bed, and every morning, whilst she was having breakfast.
"I'll be with Amigo, he's real," she snapped back and climbed the stairs to her room. Her dog followed obediently and she locked the door once she was inside.
Her room was her second favourite room in the house (her favourite was the garden, if that counts as a room) she had decorated it with every single drawing or painting she's ever drawn, the walls were a light blue, and when she had turned 10 her father and herself painted their house on the wall in front of her bed, they painted the family, the car, the flowers in summer, even Amigo, and when ever she looked at it, she knew she was loved.
There was homework every where and unfinished stories that she'd written, well they weren't really stories, but detailed accounts of her dreams, each one was different every night, it was what she looked forward too when she went to bed.
She got out her sketch pad and started to draw Amigo, who was playing with a model of a football she'd done for a project once, he was chewing at it and throwing it across the room, not that she cared; it made the drawing more interesting, so for the next good 5 hours she drew everything around her, and lost her self in her daydreams.
A's/N: Thank you for reading! Hopefully it didn't drag on to much? Tell me what you think! And did I do okay with writing in the third person? I don't usually do it, but if you'd like it in the first person then tell me and I'll see what I can do. :)