Hello! (I suck at summary's)

This is my first Tintin fan fiction so be kind, also it's the first time I've written in first person so it might not be the best. Constructive criticism is welcome, I don't get offended easily so just point out any problems, things I can add or things to fix etc I know this story might suck but I have become a complete Tintin obsessed fan ever sense I watched the movie- It was amazing! And sense I'm also addicted to writing fan fictions, or writing in general lol I just had to write one, it's hard to resist~ Anyways, on with the story...

I don't own anything except for the OC's


It might not be the right thing but it's what I have to do right now, everything's wrong and I have to fix it, I have to make it right, sense theirs only me left to do it. My father died two years ago, after that my mothers vibrant eyes darkened and her bright enthusiastic smile disappeared. She drifts around the house like a ghost, slowly slipping from room to room, her eyes hallow and her face paler every day, wearing a long white gown I haven't seen her take off sense the night after my fathers funeral. She could blend in with the white walls surrounding her, almost like she has disappeared entirely. My father was a stern man who was constantly lost in his work, he never had time for me and my mother. He always had his head stuffed into a pile of papers that he wouldn't dare risk putting down. He always looked tired, as if he had been awake for weeks without sleep, dark circles rounding his pale eyes. I could never understand why he worked so hard and for so long, I still can't. My father rarely spoke with me and if he did it was the same words 'If you just believe in yourself, anything is possible'. After the short phrase he would frown, furrowing his thick brows before disappearing into his office.

A maid found my father dead. I can remember her deafening scream as she stumbled from the room, falling to the floor before pointing a thin finger at the horrible sight the room held. My father had hung himself from the highest banister in the room only leaving one short note, the only words I had ever heard him speak 'If you just believe in yourself, anything is possible...When the stars align you'll understand, I'm sorry'. I spent a long time trying to figure out what the last sentence meant, but even when I put my thinking cap on nothing came up, it didn't make any sense. Eventually I gave up trying to understand it, keeping the small piece of parchment paper with me wherever I go, somehow it's turned into my lucky charm. Helping me through most of the problems I face, including my recent problem. I plan to run away from this empty large house sitting by the sea. My father owned a giant company, I was never given a name, just the money to show for it. When he died his whole fortune was left to us, more then you could imagine, leaving us a giant three story house for no particular reason. It's lonely and I hate it. The walls surrounding me are the only things to look at, nothing surrounds this house but trees and open field, I plan to leave all of this, seek something exciting, make friends, live a normal life and leave my past behind. My gut turns at the thought of leaving my mother and tears sting my eyes, just remembering the days when she would smile, let alone speak. But I have to...I have to get away from this and fix everything that's wrong in my life, it's all wrong. I already spoke to Afilica our maid and asked her to take good care of my mom while I was gone, she never questioned where I was going and I'm partially grateful for that, because truthfully...I have no idea where I'm going. I've already packed my sling bag with the necessitates, mostly clothes and money- I'm absolutely sure I have enough money and tidied my room, all that's left is the leaving part. I turned on my heel, scanning my room for the last time before closing the door behind me, making my way down the long overly decorated corridor before stepping into the overly huge foray. I'm not exaggerating when I say overly huge. The room is giant and mostly empty, most of the magnificent marble floor is covered with a red carpet. I'm not exactly sure how they even created a carpet so big...let alone got it through the front doors. Three large portraits hang on the far left wall, pale faces and dark eyes that are constantly on you- I never really liked those paintings...I still don't trust them or understand why we own them, I don't even know who the old people really are. At the far end of the room, two spiraling stair cases lead to the second floor, also lined with portraits of random old people that gaze at you constantly, have fun having a staring contest with them, I can guarantee it won't last long, you'll blink or get freaked out if anything. I named the three large portraits, Alfred- The one with the awkward mustache, Johnny- The one with the horrible hat and Jensen- The one with an extremely scary glare and large metal sword. Truthfully Alfred, Johnny and Jensen are my only friends...and their paintings...freaky paintings. I stood in front of them, staring up at them before smiling, giving them a happy thumbs up.

"I know I've said this a lot but today I'm actually leaving, I might not see you again Alfred, Johnny...And Jensen you should work on that glare, smile once in a while...I guess this is goodbye, Wish me luck~!" I waved at the three large paintings before stepping out into the crisp morning air and heading down the cobblestone path that will lead me places..Hopefully.

It was afternoon by the time I reached the city, it was buzzing with people and extremely confusing, leaving me dizzy and tossed around but believe it or not I reached the port. Or at least I think it's the port. People bustled around the large area lost in their own little worlds lugging luggage along behind them. Beyond the area where all the people buzzed was a large wooden dock where huge black boats honking loud droning horns and puffing black smoke were arriving and leaving, over the talking and city noises the voices of men echoed through the air.

"EASY NOW EASY, SLOWLY, ALMOST THERE!"

"HURRY ON, HURRY, WE HAVE A DEADLINE TO MEET!"

A huge smile spread across my face, attracting stares and rude remarks. I ignored them as I pushed my way through the mess of people until I was standing under one of the boats, much bigger when you were up close.

"IF YOUR HEADING FOR BRUSSELS THIS IS THE LAST BOAT OF THE DAY, HURRY ALONG, HURRRY!" I heard a gruff voice yell before being swept away in a thick crowd of people, stumbling over feet and luggage, bashing into people who shot me death glares as if they wanted to actually kill me. Panicking I tried to escape the moving crowd but it was like trying to escape quick sand, I was quickly being pulled in and taken to somewhere unknown!

"Ah wait, No I'm not-" Before I could say anything else the crowd dispersed and I was on a boats deck, my eyes widening in complete disbelief.

"OH NO!" I quickly ran to the railing, almost ready to throw up when I saw the large wooden deck full of land standing people slowly getting further away. How did this even happen? How can you get dragged along with a group of people like that? Where am I even going? I slowly slumped to the ground with an audible sigh, calming myself with deep breaths, I could seriously throw up soon, I'm panicking. I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out the small parchment paper, holding it close. This is what I wanted, I believed I could escape that house...It turns out I'm escaping across the ocean to...Actually I don't even know where the boats heading ...Great start.

I scanned my surroundings and found my target, a man pulling some rope from over the railing, a sailor I think. I pushed myself off the floor and made my way over to him, hesitantly tapping his shoulder. The man turned to me, his breath wreaking of cigarette smoke and I swear he's missing some teeth...or more then some.

"Whatya' ye want little girl?" His accent was thick and I could barely make out the words he was trying to speak.

"Uhm, do you know where this boat is heading?" I asked, looking past him at the seemingly never ending sea.

"Why ye got on tha boat without even known yer destination, Brussels, tha boats headin' for Brussels Belgium"

My eyes widened, Brussels..Belgium?

"How long might it take to get there?"

"Why I'd say about three days!"

"Three days!" Shocked laced my words as they slipped from my mouth. Oops, I was only supposed to think that. The man broke out in hysterical laughter and I had to turn away, his breath is horrid.

I guess I'm heading for Brussels then. I'm sure something...good or bad...waits for me there...if I get there...Lets hope I do...Alfred, Johnny and Jensen better have wished me luck!


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