Well hello hello! I told you guys I would be doing another story! I am completely in love with this movie! I love the story line, and after watching it last night I figured out what was missing.. A kid! Especially a daughter. This story will mostly be in Sarah's POV, but Andrew will make some special appearances along the way :D I really hope you guys enjoy this story, and are just as excited about it as I am.. Oh and just to clear this up, Margaret WILL also be in this story, and I will try to stick with the movie plot, and some Events that happen in it as well. But some things will be different. So sit back, read, and enjoy!
Oh and I don't own any of the characters, except for Sarah. I wish I owned Ryan Reynolds though ;)
Sarah Paxton was a total mess. She happened to hate her boring, miserable life in Sitka, Alaska. She was a sixteen year old girl living her life surrounded by snow, and trees. To say, she was a little depressed. Not just the fact, that Alaska was probably the worst place for a teenager to live. But also, that she felt alone and forgotten. Of course she had her grandparents, that loved her very much. And she happened to love them to a lot. But they we're the only family she knew. They we're the only family she could love. She'd been here her whole life, and somehow both of her parents ended up leaving her. And they both left willingly.
So her mother Gertrude. She had Sarah fairly young. She remembered her mom at her happiest moments. She seemed to somehow always block out the bad parts in her life, and only remembered the good. But looking back at it now, she could tell her mom was unhappy. She couldn't help but blame herself for what happened to her, and how it really fucked up the entire family.
One day, her mother decided to give up. Give up on her family, give up on her husband, and most of all give up on her daughter. The night when Sarah walked into her mothers room because she had a bad dream, was when she found her. Dead, just laying there with a once full bottle of pills, and a empty bottle of rum. Now being ten at the time, it really fucked her up.
And then to see her father, Andrew's reaction. Well it completely broke her heart. He came home after work, just in time to see the ambulance pull up and carry her mother's body away. He broke down, literally fell to his knee's and cried. She just watched from the window, wanting to go out there and comfort him. But she knew better. She was only ten at the time, but she knew her father, and she knew they didn't have a relationship like her and her mother did.
After her mom died, that's when things really started to go down hill. Her dad quite his job, and they had to eventually move in with his parents, her grandparents. Which of course, they didn't mind. They wanted to comfort their son, and their grand daughter. She couldn't really say the same about her father. He loved her, she knew that. But for months he lugged around the house, moping in self sorrow. He exchanged few words with his parents, and almost none with his daughter. She remembered one time, her dad came home drunk from the bar while she was up late watching tv. He sat down next to her, looked at her for a minute or so and then hugged her. Hugged her like he hand never hugged her before, and then said he loved her. She remembers that moment, and thinks about if everyday. That was the first time her dad had said that to her in almost a year.
And he had to be drunk to do it.
Finally, a year later at breakfast her dad had told all of them that he was moving. He mind you was moving. To New York, to be exact. His pathetic excuse was because he couldn't be the kind of father she needed at the time, and that he needed to get his life in order. Sarah, only eleven at the time remembered standing up, calling him a few names that an eleven year old shouldn't know, and then remembered saying that she didn't need any kind of father. She just needed a father. You think that stopped him? Because it didn't. He left two weeks later, and she didn't say goodbye. Her grandparents didn't agree that leaving was his best option, but they still supported him. Like parents always do. But she hated her father for not caring enough to give a shit about her. She hated him period.
He called every week, then it turned into every month, then she was lucky if he called or god forbid came home on the holidays. So being newly sixteen, the last time she actually saw her father was four years ago when he came home for Christmas. And the last time she talked to him was two months ago, on her birthday. The same day she got a card in the mail with twenty bucks in it. Seriously. Twenty dollars.
Of course her dad was doing good with his new life. He had gotten his 'dream' job as he called it. He was an assistant to a book editor. Chief editor to be exact, and was hoping to get promoted to editor. He lived in a awesome pent house, lived an awesome life, all without her. But what good was it going to do her, to sit around in self pity and be depressed. She really wanted to be happy. She wanted to have a good life, with both of her parents. But she knew that wouldn't happen. Happiness never seemed to stick with her for to long.
So as she sat on her window seat, she took in Alaska's rare beauty. She breathed, her breath fogging the glass a little. This is what she would do in the mornings. She would wrap up in her favorite, black and white stripped blanket, with a hot cup of tea and watch from her window. What she was watching, or waiting for she had no clue. Maybe she was hoping for some miracle that would never come. Maybe she was wishing that her father would arrive, and everything would be ok again. But even if that was to happen, she wouldn't know what to say to him. They would know nothing about each other. He had missed all of the important parts in her life. He missed her middle school years. Her first boyfriend, first dance, first everything.
So If her dad did come back, she didn't know if she would even want to get to know him. Or if he would even want to get to know her.
"Sarah, sweetie breakfast is ready" Her grandma Grace, said from her doorway. Turning around she forced a smile to her grandma and nodded. "What are we having today?" Giving a small laugh her grandma smiled. "Bacon and cheese omelets, with eggs, and toast" Sarah's stomach growled at the thought, a little to loudly which caused both of them to laugh.
"Alright, be right down" As she heard her grandmothers feet descend down the hallway, she gave one last look out the window and closed her eyes. She had never done this before, and she was probably a moron for doing it, but it was worth it.
"I wish that everything could be okay for once" Opening her eyes, she laughed mentally at herself. She had just wished on nothing. Not a shooting star, not anything. Was that even possible? To make a wish out of thin air? She hoped so. Because she really hoped her life would change, and that maybe just maybe her simple wish would come true.
