Hi guys, this is a story I came up with after reading a fanfic called 'living in Meyer' by bookworm-xxx.
And then her other work, 'return to Meyer'. after reading these two AMAZING fanfic's it gave me inspiration to write my own version.
All belongs to Stephanie Meyer…unfortunately. :(
Another home. Another room, another life.
It was always the same.
Every time we'd get settled somewhere, my parents would find some ridiculous excuse to leave again.
It had been the same since I was a small child.
Dad was a writer, so he stayed home most days. Mum was a stay at home parent, looking after little Daniel, my younger brother, so both of them had no trouble moving around while they tried to find themselves.
The only who didn't like this way of life was me.
I hated it. I couldn't remember a time in my life where I really felt that I belonged somewhere, I had no-one to talk to, to turn to, we never stayed anywhere long enough so I could make friends with anyone, and it wasn't like I could talk to my hippy parents about my problems, they were the cause of them.
The only person I could talk to was my mother's sister, aunt Jeannie. She would sometimes e-mail me with news from the rest of the family, I would go insane if I didn't get to talk to Jeannie.
She and my father didn't actually see eye to eye. Well that was putting it lightly.
Aunt Jeannie couldn't stand the thought of me and Daniel being dragged country to country. Said it wasn't healthy way to bring up children who couldn't connect with other children their own age.
I could agree with her. I mean there are some days that I would do anything to be able to call a friend up and hang with them for a while. Talk about things that didn't matter, talk about boys and what we'd do that week end.
I didn't have friends my own age, the only person I could talk to was Daniel.
Well, I couldn't really, he was only six years old after all.
" home sweet home!" mum said as I walked past her on the landing.
I smiled a tight lipped smile and made my way into my room with my final box of things.
Daniel was running around shouting and laughing with dad running after him, while I closed my door with the sole of my foot.
I didn't want to ruin moving day for them with my solemn mood.
I looked around the room and sighed. Blue walls, at least it wasn't pink. I hated pink walls. Dad once thought he'd surprise me and painted all my walls pink with girly pink accessories. I cried every time I saw it. Mum thought it was adorable, I never had the heart to tell her I hated it.
At least I didn't have to be here any longer than I had to.
I was 17, 18 in a few months and I was so going to be out of here.
I was sick of travelling and being uprooted. When I was old enough I would be away from it all, living my own life.
"Becca, we're getting pizza, peperoni ok?!" dad called up to me.
I was on my laptop writing to aunt jeannie, she wanted to know if we'd left the country yet or moved to the moon. She always made me laugh.
I didn't bother replying dad, he'd know that I'd want it anyway.
I sent my message before finishing unpacking my last box. My books.
I loved my books. I loved reading.
My favourites are romance or science fiction.
Like the rest of the world, I had fallen in love with newest saga, twilight. The romance between a fragile human and a vampire, every girl fell in love with it. Well when I'd heard about it anyway.
Aunt jeannie had introduced me into it really, when she had been visiting, she gave it to me as a gift. I hadn't heard of the twilight saga before. Of course after the prologue like many fan's, I became hooked.
I loved the awkwardness and mystery of the characters, both bella and edward.
The charm girls loved about edward, the perfect gentleman.
Like most, I ended up buying the films too.
Mum loved them too, she kept asking if she could read them after I was done with them. I refused of course, everything I gave her she got bored of and threw out without a second thought. There was no way she was throwing my books out, they were all I had.
I placed my last book on the bookcase, and sat back in my new room.
So this was home…well at least for a while anyway.
It was until mum decided she didn't like it here.
