This story is being created the same as my other story Because We Fall which is to say, I have no game plan. For every update I have no goal or plan I simply sit down and write from where I left off letting my imagination go where ever it pleases. As such I have no more insight on who the main character will end up with than you. We will simply have to see into who's arms the events will place her. I am open to suggestions for scenarios, though I make no promises to use them. Please R&R. For those who want more info on why I am writing this feel free to check out my rather dull profile.
When my parents died I guess I felt I had to, I don't know. Grow up. It's not like I was ever really immature, but I was lazy- no doubt about that. I was responsible, sure, but if I could find a way to delay doing the boring things, I would.
I'd be royally screw3d if I didn't get over that now. I guess instinctively my brain knew that things were going to change. And that they did. Big time.
My Aunt for some reason was the person granted the title of godparent in my parent's will. Godparent. Who coined that term anyway? Isn't it a little outdated? Anyway, my Aunt of all people is now my legal gaudian. Lord only knows why. I mean I love her and all, but she seems like more of a kid than I do. Not that I'm a kid really, almost seventeen, does that still qualify as a kid? Not according to the kid's menu and movie admission it doesn't. So when I say she's like a kid I mean... Well, I'm not even sure if she knows how to boil a pot of water, let's just say that. She's sweet though...
She lives in a town called Laudrevill-Yah, I hadn't heared of it either- it's pretty small. Uncomfortably so. It's not to too far away from places more my style, you know, with malls and entertainment, but it still has that creapy village feel, the I-knew-your-mothers-mother-my-auncle's-your-brother's-friend's-sister-and-we-see-everything-so-dont-get-any-funy-ideas feel, you know what I mean? Maybe it's just me. Dinky towns off the beaten path always gave me the heebyjeebies. But I'm rambling again.
As I was saying, my aunt lives in Laudrevill in the apartment she manages or owns or something. She's on the mainfloor just off the lobby and she shunted me upstairs to some suite whos occupant recently croaked from a sudden heart attack a month back. She seemed to think that since they were gone and no one had taken interest in the place that she'd let me stay there under the condition that I help her with managing the building. Not that she gave me another option. She said I would enjoy the privacy and independence. I'm sure it'l have it's perks. At least I don't have to pay rent.
Speaking of changes, I've never had to work while I was in school, but I do now. I'm not sure how that will go. But how else am I going to feed myself if my aunt eats out all the time? And I can't expect her to to pay for my clothes and everything else. It's a good thing the guy at the (seemingly only) clothing store hired me on the spot- something about never having enough hands? Lucky for me I guess. I start tomorrow after school so that will be interesting. Though tomorrow is also my first day of school and that's bound to be exhausting, what with the meeting new people, introductions, funny looks when people realize I'm new, and the general aprehension of waiting to be accepted by someone, hopefully make a soon to be friend. Just thinking about it makes me tired, my heart beating like I just ran around the block for dear life.
No matter. It has to be done. And I have to get to bed. Good night, Diary.
Ps Write in Diary more often.
I put my pen down and shut my tattered and pretty much empty diary. Sighing I slip my picture of my parents inside.
"I love you. Talk soon."