Flashback
In the middle of the night, Zoe Jones hopped out of bed, trying not to wake her husband, Freddy. She pulled out a suitcase that had been stored underneath her bed. She sighed. Why am I doing this? she thought as she folded her favorite clothes- which are all of them- and put them in her big, electric purple roll-bag she received for her 22nd birthday from her husband and daughters. Her birthday had just past; the bag still smelt new. If "new" was ever a scent in the first place.
Zoe took out a smaller, matching bag and loaded it with toiletries and whatnot, even old photos. She kissed her loving husband on the cheek, and smiled. Freddy had always been so wonderful to her. Even when she told him she was pregnant the week after senior prom. He was especially sweet the night of graduation when he had proposed. Sure, it sounded a little 1800's to be married at 18, but Zoe didn't care. She loved him and knew he was the one for her.
After she tip-toed out of her bedroom, she went into her eldest daughter, Rachel's, room. It was decked out in purple and yellow. After all, it was Rachel's color choice for the bag. Zoe kissed her 4 year-old on the cheek, and tucked her in a little more. It was possibly Zoe's last chance to do so.
Walking across the hall to Jane's room was a little harder; the floor always creaked in that area. Zoe accomplished the task well enough, and kissed her baby girl of 2 years goodbye. Poor Jane, she barely got to know her wonderful mother. Sure, in the past Zoe had been known for stealing guys and insulting innocent people, but after she found out she was having a baby, it all changed.
Now in the kitchen, Zoe quietly took out a notepad and pen, writing possibly her last words to her family.
Rachel and Jane: I want to remind you that you girls are my life, my world, and I'll love you forever no matter what. I know my leaving is very sudden, but I'm sure you're father will explain why when you're older. Please, don't forget me, as I know you'll always be with me in my heart. -Mom
Zoe ripped out another piece of paper.
Freddy- Darling Freddy. I know this will seem horrible to you, but it's time for me to leave. If I must tell you, it's because I know I have potential, and being here with a husband and two kids is bringing me down. I might send postcards every once in a while, even presents at holidays and birthdays, but other than that, we'll most likely never talk again. Frederick Jones, take good care of my girls, and explain why I'm not here when they're older. Just call Zena or Zelda up when the girls enter puberty and need important questions answered; my sister's will be good moms someday but they need a little practice (haha). Freddy, I love you, and I always will. It is one of those "it's not you, it's me," things, but I am serious about it. I love you, again, and never forget me, or all of our wonderful experiences. -Zoe Jones
That was that. She posted the notes on the fridge, put away the pen, grabbed her luggage and walked out of their beautiful loft in Chelsea Park, forever.
Chapter One
On a warm, breezy day in Suburbia, New Hampshire, Freddy Jones and his daughters took a walk through their new house.
"See girls? I told you it would be better than the old apartment!" he exclaimed.
"Dad, get real. We didn't live in an apartment, we lived in a Chelsea Park loft, with 4 bedrooms, 3 and a half baths, huge walk in closets, complete with views of the bay. And now your calling this four-story, 3600 square foot, family home located in a new development, better?" said his talkative 13 year-old daughter, Rachel.
Freddy laughed, "I think we found what you'll major in Rachel, realty!"
Jane reached up and patted her Dad's shoulder.
"Dad, do you think they'll have any kids on this street?" 11 year-old Jane asked.
"Of course! Let's go check out the situation now; I drew the floor plan with which furniture goes where for the movers, so they don't need us!" he exclaimed walking across the street. There were 10 houses on the street: one at the beginning where an elderly couple could live, two big ones after that, the Jones' being third on the road, a huge mansion, a massive home next to the neighborhood pool, park, and tennis court, a big home next to that, a medium sized house, two houses around the size of the Jones', and another elderly house.
Freddy went to the house in front of him with his two girls trailing behind him. He saw a couple with 2 kids.
"Hey! Welcome to the neighborhood, we're your new neighbors, the Jones'!" Freddy exclaimed. The girls greeted the family after him.
"Jones? As in Freddy and Zoe Jones?" a tall man with dark hair and light skin asked.
"Well, Freddy Jones at least... wait a minute.. Zack? Michelle?!" Freddy exclaimed.
"Yes, yes! Wow, Freddy, sit down, tell us everything!" Michelle, a lady with tan skin and dirty blonde hair, said.
Rachel saw that a girl around her age had a bored look on her face.
"Hey, I'm Rachel. This is Jane. Wanna go scope out the neighbors?" outgoing Rachel offered.
"I'm Karissa, and sure! Mom, dad, I'll be back later!" the pretty girl who looked nearly identical to her dad replied.
Rachel, Karissa, and Jane walked around the cul-de-sac in search of other kids their age, especially boys. Karissa pointed out a young boy, that looked like much like Michelle, playing basketball with another boy a little younger.
"That's my brother, Ty. You'll meet him later."
Michelle, Zack, and Freddy sat on a bench in the Mooneyham's new garage.
"Freddy! Tell us what has been happening since we last saw you at your wedding," Michelle begged.
"Well, ahem, Zoe and I moved into a beautiful loft in Chelsea Park, NYC, we had the two girls, Rachel and Jane, then Zoe left me and I haven't talked to her in nine years, and now we're here!" he explained.
Zack and Michelle gasped.
"Zoe left you? What? Why?" Zack asked his old best friend. Freddy sighed. It was a long story, but he could always summarize it.
"She told me she had a lot of potential, and being married with two kids wasn't working for her, so she packed up and left. At least she left us notes explaining why," sighed Freddy. It had been so long ago, but has the years went on he remembered Zoe's notes more and more.
"You know, I have seen a beautiful, brown-haired & blue-eyed woman in billboards and magazines that looked quite familiar. Think it could be her?" Michelle asked.
"Was she on the last cover of Vogue?" Freddy asked.
"I believe so!" Michelle exclaimed.
"It's her. She sends me post cards every once in a while saying what cover or billboard she'll be modeling for next, but the return address is always to some exotic hotel," he added.
"At least she puts in her two cents every once in a while," Zack joked.
Freddy nodded. He wished she'd put in a little more than that.
In the middle of the night, Zoe Jones hopped out of bed, trying not to wake her husband, Freddy. She pulled out a suitcase that had been stored underneath her bed. She sighed. Why am I doing this? she thought as she folded her favorite clothes- which are all of them- and put them in her big, electric purple roll-bag she received for her 22nd birthday from her husband and daughters. Her birthday had just past; the bag still smelt new. If "new" was ever a scent in the first place.
Zoe took out a smaller, matching bag and loaded it with toiletries and whatnot, even old photos. She kissed her loving husband on the cheek, and smiled. Freddy had always been so wonderful to her. Even when she told him she was pregnant the week after senior prom. He was especially sweet the night of graduation when he had proposed. Sure, it sounded a little 1800's to be married at 18, but Zoe didn't care. She loved him and knew he was the one for her.
After she tip-toed out of her bedroom, she went into her eldest daughter, Rachel's, room. It was decked out in purple and yellow. After all, it was Rachel's color choice for the bag. Zoe kissed her 4 year-old on the cheek, and tucked her in a little more. It was possibly Zoe's last chance to do so.
Walking across the hall to Jane's room was a little harder; the floor always creaked in that area. Zoe accomplished the task well enough, and kissed her baby girl of 2 years goodbye. Poor Jane, she barely got to know her wonderful mother. Sure, in the past Zoe had been known for stealing guys and insulting innocent people, but after she found out she was having a baby, it all changed.
Now in the kitchen, Zoe quietly took out a notepad and pen, writing possibly her last words to her family.
Rachel and Jane: I want to remind you that you girls are my life, my world, and I'll love you forever no matter what. I know my leaving is very sudden, but I'm sure you're father will explain why when you're older. Please, don't forget me, as I know you'll always be with me in my heart. -Mom
Zoe ripped out another piece of paper.
Freddy- Darling Freddy. I know this will seem horrible to you, but it's time for me to leave. If I must tell you, it's because I know I have potential, and being here with a husband and two kids is bringing me down. I might send postcards every once in a while, even presents at holidays and birthdays, but other than that, we'll most likely never talk again. Frederick Jones, take good care of my girls, and explain why I'm not here when they're older. Just call Zena or Zelda up when the girls enter puberty and need important questions answered; my sister's will be good moms someday but they need a little practice (haha). Freddy, I love you, and I always will. It is one of those "it's not you, it's me," things, but I am serious about it. I love you, again, and never forget me, or all of our wonderful experiences. -Zoe Jones
That was that. She posted the notes on the fridge, put away the pen, grabbed her luggage and walked out of their beautiful loft in Chelsea Park, forever.
Chapter One
On a warm, breezy day in Suburbia, New Hampshire, Freddy Jones and his daughters took a walk through their new house.
"See girls? I told you it would be better than the old apartment!" he exclaimed.
"Dad, get real. We didn't live in an apartment, we lived in a Chelsea Park loft, with 4 bedrooms, 3 and a half baths, huge walk in closets, complete with views of the bay. And now your calling this four-story, 3600 square foot, family home located in a new development, better?" said his talkative 13 year-old daughter, Rachel.
Freddy laughed, "I think we found what you'll major in Rachel, realty!"
Jane reached up and patted her Dad's shoulder.
"Dad, do you think they'll have any kids on this street?" 11 year-old Jane asked.
"Of course! Let's go check out the situation now; I drew the floor plan with which furniture goes where for the movers, so they don't need us!" he exclaimed walking across the street. There were 10 houses on the street: one at the beginning where an elderly couple could live, two big ones after that, the Jones' being third on the road, a huge mansion, a massive home next to the neighborhood pool, park, and tennis court, a big home next to that, a medium sized house, two houses around the size of the Jones', and another elderly house.
Freddy went to the house in front of him with his two girls trailing behind him. He saw a couple with 2 kids.
"Hey! Welcome to the neighborhood, we're your new neighbors, the Jones'!" Freddy exclaimed. The girls greeted the family after him.
"Jones? As in Freddy and Zoe Jones?" a tall man with dark hair and light skin asked.
"Well, Freddy Jones at least... wait a minute.. Zack? Michelle?!" Freddy exclaimed.
"Yes, yes! Wow, Freddy, sit down, tell us everything!" Michelle, a lady with tan skin and dirty blonde hair, said.
Rachel saw that a girl around her age had a bored look on her face.
"Hey, I'm Rachel. This is Jane. Wanna go scope out the neighbors?" outgoing Rachel offered.
"I'm Karissa, and sure! Mom, dad, I'll be back later!" the pretty girl who looked nearly identical to her dad replied.
Rachel, Karissa, and Jane walked around the cul-de-sac in search of other kids their age, especially boys. Karissa pointed out a young boy, that looked like much like Michelle, playing basketball with another boy a little younger.
"That's my brother, Ty. You'll meet him later."
Michelle, Zack, and Freddy sat on a bench in the Mooneyham's new garage.
"Freddy! Tell us what has been happening since we last saw you at your wedding," Michelle begged.
"Well, ahem, Zoe and I moved into a beautiful loft in Chelsea Park, NYC, we had the two girls, Rachel and Jane, then Zoe left me and I haven't talked to her in nine years, and now we're here!" he explained.
Zack and Michelle gasped.
"Zoe left you? What? Why?" Zack asked his old best friend. Freddy sighed. It was a long story, but he could always summarize it.
"She told me she had a lot of potential, and being married with two kids wasn't working for her, so she packed up and left. At least she left us notes explaining why," sighed Freddy. It had been so long ago, but has the years went on he remembered Zoe's notes more and more.
"You know, I have seen a beautiful, brown-haired & blue-eyed woman in billboards and magazines that looked quite familiar. Think it could be her?" Michelle asked.
"Was she on the last cover of Vogue?" Freddy asked.
"I believe so!" Michelle exclaimed.
"It's her. She sends me post cards every once in a while saying what cover or billboard she'll be modeling for next, but the return address is always to some exotic hotel," he added.
"At least she puts in her two cents every once in a while," Zack joked.
Freddy nodded. He wished she'd put in a little more than that.