Heme: Behold!!! My first Eragon story!!! Yayz!!! ://D *is totally hyper now* Ya, I've been working on this for quite awhile now, so i'm excited that I'm finally able to submit it on FF. I knwo it's short, but bare with me .
Anyway, I hope you guys like it! ^^ R&R plz~~ (also, if you're going to critisize or anything, plz make it helpful)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own characters and some of the settings!
You know, I've never much liked rain. So sticky and…wet. Always causing muddy messes and soaking everything in water. Disgusting. Oh, but of course, it is going to rain on one of the worst days of life. Perfect. Just my luck. Thank you life, you're oh so nice. If only I had something to exert my frustrations on; but doing so in a moving vehicle that's driving at 60 miles per hour on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere while it's raining, would not be the best of choices.
So, as always, I'll just have to wait it out until we get to our new home. That way, I can have plenty of trees to punch. As a matter of fact, I just might do that. Well that's one, and most probably the only, good thing about this move- anger outlets'.
But seriously, who in their right mind moves to the middle of nowhere, where the only slice of human life is 30 miles away? Well, I can tell you: the people who know nothing of the word 'sanity'. In other words: my step-mother.
Yeah, the other day she just up and decides 'Oh, we should move, don't you think?' BAH! Ya right! I don't want to move! I never did! But of course she didn't ask for my opinion. Oh no, because why would she ever do such a thing? She's only thinking of herself-not me. Ya, she might've said, 'Oh, we're not moving for my sake! I'm only thinking about your well-being and your health!' Che! Makes me want to puke! Man, if I could, I'd tell her to take her damn concerns and shove it up her-
"Amber? Are you alive back there? We're almost there, so wake up."
My thoughts broke apart as I lifted my sleepy eyelids, pulling my cheek off the cold glass of the car window. Wait, I was sleeping? Hm, I hadn't noticed. How strange…
Sitting up, I yawned sleepily, taking a nice, good stretch. Ah, that feels good on my sore muscles. Especially since I've been sitting in a car for five straight hours. I turned my head to the left, looking out the window. Still raining. Spectacular.
"Ah, good you're awake," Carol, my step-mother, said from the front seat, peering back at me through the rear-view mirror.
I scowled. Oh yes, great…I thought sourly, slouching into the back seat. I stared out the car window, watching as the pale green haze of trees passed us by. I wonder how much longer it will take to get to our 'new home'. Not that I'm eager to get there, but I think I just lost all the feeling in my backside.
Leaning over the width of the back seat, I grabbed my back pack and set it in my lap. I unzipped the top and took out my Mp3 player and headphones. Slipping the wide ear pieces over my own ears, I turned the small gray device on. The screen brightened saying, 'SanDisk-Sansa', and went to the blue menu screen. With my thumb, I scrolled the my list of songs, trying to find one that was worth listening to right now. The high-lighted scroll bar hovered over 'It's All Over' by Linkin Park. Eh, what the heck, I thought, and clicked it. When the song began, I leaned my head back against the seat and relaxed. I know Carol said to stay awake, but I couldn't help it. Music always helped calm my nerves and relax my mind. So I usually just ended up falling asleep while listening to them.
'Your bottles almost empty,
You know you can't go on-'
Ah...what a long day it's been....
'Because of you my mind is always racing,
The needles breaking your skin
The scar is sinking in-'
I don't know...maybe I'll...like it at this new place...I'm not in agreement about it but....maybe....just maybe....
'And now your trip begins but
It's all over for
It's all over for
You
For you-'
Wow...I might've just been asleep, but I'm much more tired than I thought... I guess it couldn't hurt...to just rest my eyes for...a few minutes...
'When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for you
For you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over-'
Hmmm.....just for...a little while....and I'll.........But before I knew it, my eyes had closed and everything went black; the only sound coming from my headphones.
'I know what runs through your blood
You do this all in vain
Because of you my mind is always racing
And it gets under my skin
To see you giving it
And now your trip begins but
It's all over for
It's all over for
You-'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"..ber....Amber....Amber wake up."
Huh? Is someone calling me?
"Amber."
There it is again. But this time I faintly felt the touch of a hand on my shoulder.
"Wha?" I retorted sluggishly, squinting my eyes open. I instinctively looked around, taking in my surroundings. Well, I was still in the car, that was for certain. But the only change was that the vehicle was no longer moving and the back seat passenger door was wide open with Carol standing in the way.
She looked down at me with brown eyes. " Come on now, Amber. I want you to see the view."
I blinked up at her tiredly, then gave her a half-hearted 'Mm-hmm'. She gave me a small smile and stepped back so I could get out. Leaning over the seat lazily, I grabbed my back-pack, and drug it with me as I stepped out the car door.
"Do you need help with that?" Carol asked, reaching for one of the straps on the back-pack. Before her hand could get near it, I side-stepped the gesture, and shrugged on the other strap. "I'm fine." I grumbled, slipping my head phones onto my shoulders so that they were hanging from my neck. Gravel crunched under my shoes as I stepped away from the car, taking in the view with wide eyes. Whoa...I thought, turning around so I could see what was behind me. Surrounding us on all sides were mountains, forests, and more mountains. They stretched on for what seemed like hundreds, and maybe even thousands of miles. In large, lone blotches, I could make out the irregular shapes of green meadows. Ahead of us, the thin gravel road lead up to a two-story, very old looking house, it's brown wood showing in places where the white paint had chipped. Thin, green vines ran up all sides of the house, twirling and curving up the porch poles and chimney.
I felt my heart-beat quicken, it's unsteady beat thumping in my ears. It was just so..breath taking. It was like something out of a picture book. From behind me, I heard the soft crunch of gravel as Carol appeared at my side.
"This is something, isn't it?" she said, gazing around. I didn't answer, too busy admiring the amazing sight before me. She must've looked back at me because I hadn't said anything, because she started to freak out. "Amber? Amber, are you ok? Do you need your-"
"No, I'm fine. I was just looking. That's all." I said sharply before she could finish her sentence. Great- there she goes with her stupid worrying. She acts like I can't handle myself...Without looking back for her reaction, I began walking towards the old house, which loomed above me. Now that was closer, the house didn't seem so peaceful as it had at thirty feet away. Craning my neck, I gazed up at the top, the house's two solitary windows empty and dark. Tilting my head a bit higher, my eyes landed on a medium-sized circular window at the very top. I couldn't really make out what the image was, but the glass seemed to be stain classed into a shape. An odd, cold shiver ran down my spine as I gazed into the dark window. Blinking, I brought my head down so it was once again facing the shadowed porch. I moved my shoulders as if shaking off excess from them, my eyes squeezed closed. Wow- someone must've walked over my grave, I thought, my attention returning again to the porch.
The porch snaked around the full of the house, making a rather snagged polygon shape. Wooden braces held the porch to the lowered roof, casting shadows on the lime green grass around it. My eyes fell nervously on the steps in front of me. Those /definitely/ did not look safe. I stretched my foot out apprehensively, touching it softly the tip of my shoe. Nothing happened so placed a whole foot onto the step and slowly sifted my weight onto that leg. As soon as I did this, the step made an eerie groaning sound, causing me to jerk my foot away .After a short pause, I tensely stepped on the wood again, trying to ignore the angry moan of protest from the step. I placed my other foot on the nest higher step, waiting for the wood to cave in and take my leg with it. But it only groaned. I exhaled in relief, glad that I hadn't become part of the wood work, and made my way up the rest of the stairs.
The steps groaned and creaked with each footfall, protesting against my weight- which I find quite offensive, actually. Now that I was off the stairs, I stood facing the old wooden door. For some reason, I felt oddly anxious, finally being able to go inside my 'new house'. In my daze, I hadn't noticed Carol walking up behind me, and unlocking the door.
"Well come on, then. Let's go see the inside," she said, turning the brass door handle, walking inside the dark house. I stood silently for a few seconds, trying to figure out if I really ishould/i. Taking a deep breath-which hurt somewhat- I made my way into the house behind Carol.
Inside, it was completely dark, except for a few places where the sun shown through the windows. "Please tell me this place has electricity."
From somewhere in what I figured was the living room, Carol shouted, "Oh yes, don't worry, it does. I just have to find the main switch is all- then we're good." Then, as if on cue, there was a loud, click sound, and the entire house lit up. There wasn't anything special about the place- mainly because it was completely empty except for a very old couch and a dusty dining table with four chairs stacked on top. But also because the interior looked like something out of a really old movie.
Then the fact that there was no furniture in the entire house dawned on me. "Hey, Carol?" I asked, turning towards one of smudged windows. "Where are the movers? Weren't they just behind us?"
In the reflection of the window, I saw Carol turn around to face me. "If I'm not mistaken, they got cut off from us on the interstate. But they know how to get here, so it's fine. In fact," she checked her watch," they should be getting here anytime soon."
"Oh." I said sternly, turning away from the window. Stuffing my hands into my jean pockets, I made my way to the open front door. "I'm going take a look around outside."
"Oh, ok. Don't go too far, and be ca-" I didn't hear the rest of what she was saying, because I was already out the door and making my way down the stairs. 'Be careful' she says. Pfft.
Whatever.
It's not like anything would happen- we're in the middle of nowhere!
...Right?