This is a new idea I've had in my head for a long time and i just needed to get it all out. It's a Modern College AU and I'm hoping that i'm off to a good start. Also, my last fic, Blue Nights by the River, I have marked it as completed. I just felt like there was nothing more to be added to that one. But because of all the support it got, I decided to try a new one. Hope y'all like it. Please leave reviews.
Back to life. Back to reality. Back to the everyday life of Clarke Griffin. Yup…that's me. I probably make my life sound so dreadful, when it is really much worse than that. I'm 3700 miles away from everything I love; my family, my friends (well I hope they still are) and my life. But when you've been in California for three years already, you get conditioned to the environment, to the beaches, to the sun and it's warmth, to the people. You begin accepting it as your home. Until one day eventually, you keep praying that your vacation gets shorter and shorter, cause you can't wait to get back.
But when you've had a messed up vacation like me, you pray for it to be over even before it really starts. Long story short, my dad had a heart attack when he found out my mother had an affair with my best friend's father who also happened to be my father's best friend and my best friend knew about it from beginning to end. I took it much harder than it was to say that last sentence in one breath. Two weeks into my vacation, I found out about it. Two weeks into my vacation I lost my dad. No matter how much they tried to apologize, the one thing they failed to understand was that apologies don't bring back the dead. So what did I do? I left. I packed a bag and left to wherever I could get a ticket too. Venezuela. Put that on the list for the first of the reckless things I've done within the last two months.
It may have been a reckless thing to do, but I didn't regret it. For starters, the ticket I bought was not one way. It was a ticket on a chartered flight to Venezuela. So it pit stopped in Trinidad where it was delayed for a day. When we finally touched down in Caracas, I lost my luggage. So there I was, exhausted and pissed for letting the jet lag get the best of me. I was also pissed at the fact that I didn't have any clothes. But what the hell, who cares, especially when you're attempting reckless. I sat outside airport waiting for a taxi, observing the people, both local and foreign. It was such a drastic difference than what you would've encountered in the states. Locals chattering about and shouting in Spanish, people coming to the country for the first time marveling at what they've seen so far, family's meeting each other for the first time in days, weeks, months, years, who knows how long. It was then that one particular brown haired pair caught my eye, a young guy probably my age and his sister, or was it his girlfriend? They resembled too much so it must be his sister. They didn't look particularly happy, but they weren't particularly sad either. It was as though they were here for the same reason I was, and I took comfort in the fact that losing something, or feeling loss, it's normal. It happens to best of us. Coincidentally, I ended up staying at the same hotel they were, and we bonded not over our losses but over the way we helped each other get over it. Let's just say, reckless is not enough to describe my "vacation".
Coming back to California was hard, because it meant that facing reality meant going back home to Virginia to pack back up all my stuff, having to deal with my mother Abigail, my godfather Thelonius and my best friend Wells, all of whom became the bane of existence the day their betrayal was uncovered. Matters had gotten worse when word about my mother's extra-marital affair gotten out. Being the daughter of a US Senator, and to have your mother fraternizing with his colleague, it carried a social stigma. Let's just say I've tolerated being put at the centre of attention, but I wanted to get out of it so bad, that I blew the entire situation out of proportion. I told my mother that I never wanted to see her again. I told Wells that if he had said something none of this would've happened and that he couldn't be forgiven. And I told uncle Thelonius, that he had no right to call my father his friend because friends don't sleep with the other's wife. Before I left Virginia, they had the reading of my father's will. I became the beneficiary of his trust fund and everything else went to my mother. I knew this was coming, because I was there when dad had the will done. But the letter he left with the will, made me rethink some of the decisions I was about to make, especially the one about not accepting the money. It was my father's dream, to see me finish out med school, that the house needed another doctor. I didn't want to be anything like my mother, but my father's wish remained as it was, and that the trust fund would pay for my tuition until I finish and begin to earn on my own. UCLA was certainly not easy to maintain, but right now the further I was away from home the better.
So now here I am, back in California, ready to take on the world, making sure that my dad's money doesn't go to waste. But this time around I'm not the same old cautious, miss prim and proper, daughter of a senator Clarke Griffin. I'm new. At least after the past two months, I feel as though disappointment and heartbreak are things of the past and for once a new chapter of my life is about to begin.
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