As my car sputtered down the motorway I thought of my last conversation with my mother 3 months ago, how I slammed the door so hard I swear I saw the house shook and how my mother screamed at me. Don't get me wrong I love my mother, well I thought I did but I'm not sure anymore. Not since my dad died. Not since she married Marcus. When I left 3 months ago I moved to Manchester to live with my friends Raven and Octavia. There is only one thing I miss and that's Wells and his girlfriend Sasha they recently had a baby girl Thalia and she is adorable. That's partly why I came on the trip, but my mother and Marcus are moving to Bath and need me to go through my stuff and see what I can take back to the flat, you see when I left it wasn't intended as you could of guessed. Finn my ex-boyfriend (That's actually how me and Raven it's quite a funny story) had managed to get himself wasted and had come knocking, my mother being the doctor she is wouldn't let him leave until the morning so since he couldn't leave I did.
Seeing my mother and Marcus again went better than expected, as soon as I walked in the door my mum wrapped me in a bear hug and cried into my shoulder about how sorry she was. After about 15 minutes life seemed simple again, I was back in my normal routine, well that was before they told me the real reason they were moving to Bath, the conversation went a little like this " Clarke, honey we haven't exactly been completely honest with you... Marcus"
"Oh... Uh right erm Clarke -"
"Me and Marcus are having a baby"
"Oh" At this moment in time this was what was going through my head, baby. Sibling. Baby. Brother. Baby. Sister. Am I being replaced? Oh God. I'm being replaced. I'm 22 and I haven't done anything."Clarke, sweetie are you alright my mum whispered grabbing my hand, I quickly shut my mouth which I had just realised was hanging open. " I'm fine" Marcus took that as an A-okay and started cooking tea my mum still unsure squeezed my hand " Mum honestly I'm fine, just a bit shocked"
"Are you sure"
"Positive" (I wasn't) My mum still a bit unsure gingerly helped Marcus cook dinner.
After dinner I went up to my room, it was strange seeing my room again books, medical posters and drawings cover every inch of the walls except one, my room is pretty much square with a window against the back wall, underneath lays my bed and to the left a painting easel with drawing and painting equipment underneath in a box styled like a treasure chest (a present from my dad) on the left wall is my desk still littered in drawings and essays, even my computers still there with a galaxy pattern adorning the mouse. To the right side of the room stands a mirror with pictures of friends and family carelessly tangled in the frame next to it is a door leading to my walk in wardrobe and on suite. I open the door with an ominous creak, when I look through the door everything's perfectly coordinated by colour size and type, it's like looking at a rainbow not at all how I left I ran towards the bathroom and the same was in there, pristine towels gracing metal railings, glowing white bath and a mirror with no smudges it was quite a shock really, I expected my mum to have left everything as it was like in my bedroom, but no she had really kept my bathroom and wardrobe spotless. It may seem stupid from people looking in from the outside, but my mother never does this the only time I'd seen her scrub everything so it was immaculate was when dad died 2 years ago, but even then my room would be left untouched.
After I grab my overnight bag from my car I put the back in a small cubbyhole behind a mirrored door, but when I look up I see a picture of me and my dad from when I was 8, we're in London at Trafalga Square me and my dad are beaming at the camera his arms around my waist as we sit on the lions. I obviously get lost in my memories because half an hour later I feel a buzzing in my pocket, after peeling my phone out of my pocket I realise what song is playing
My milkshake brings all the boys ...
I pick it up before my parents hear it "O, I swear to god if you change my ringtone one more time -"
"Well hello too you to" I can her Raven sniggering in the background."Am I on speaker?"
"Why yes, Doc you are"
"Doc?" I ask my voice showing my confusion with clear accuracy
"Well everyone else has a nickname and I very well can't use Princess can I?"
"I really do hate your brother O" Ever since we were little me and Octavia's older brother Bellamy have fought, even though we care about the same people and have the same group of friends we still can't seem to get along and it didn't help that he came up with my nickname Princess, but he's only allowed to use it, it's his 'only' law according to him we can do whatever the hell we want.
"Hey, well he hates you too. Clarke are you alright you were meant to call 20 minutes ago and we know how tense it is with your mother so we were just wondering -"
"O, Reyes I'm fine there's no need to worry" I lied "Besides my mum isn't that bad and hey guess what I'm going to be a sister" we spent the next few hours talking until I checked the time, nearly midnight and I had to get up early in the morning, I said my goodbyes and turned my phone off and plugged it in ready for the morning. As I slept I dreamt of Greek heroes and all the stories Bellamy used to tell me about them.
So guys I decided to make it more than a one-shot, mostly because I'm exhausted- just so you know a lot of the chapters won't be that long, but I'll try and I will also try to update regularly. Tigerbee10 stinging out Xx