Breaking The Broken Strings
Chapter 1
I'm back :D And here is an update. The first of many. My plan is to update every story once or twice before March. Still doing my electronic fast but I promise after March I will be back. My boyfriend is keeping me in check :3
I do not own PnF.
I felt like it took hours to step off the plane, each step felt like my feet were cement blocks. But eventually I was in the rental car my mom's company gave her. The drive was so quiet. The kind of silence and tension you could cut with a knife.
Danville wasn't small, but there was this sense of unity. Like everyone knew each other. I, however, was an alien. This wasn't home, this wasn't London and that shattered my reality.
"There's so many tall buildings," I whispered. "Like way too many. And everyone dresses funny."
"Melody, it's a city and not everyone dresses like you. Why didn't you wear the cute white sundress I left out for you?" Joy, my mum, replied. I shrugged and stayed quiet.
You see I'm what you would label as a British punk. I wear my country flag with pride on my off-shoulder black shirt. Reds, whites, blacks, plaid,and any kind of fishnet is what you'll see me in. But I don't dress this way for attention.. I do it to keep people away, it's my security blanket.
I noticed that there were no more buildings, that we had finally reached the neighbourhoods, or the ''suburbs''. Every house looked the same, every once in a while, there was a different home but not many. I believe the term is ''cookie-cutter-homes''. We pulled into the drive of our 1-story home. It was small and painted white. The house didn't seem like much.
"This is it?" I asked in disdain, surveying the front of the house. No plants, no nothing. It was so... Bare and naked.
"Don't be like that, Mel. It's a lovely home on inside. Brand new and everything," Joy said.
I got out of the car and swung my rucksack on my shoulder. ''I hope so. I don't want a minging home."
My mom stared at me."I hope you know you should start using American slang instead of English. I know you studied it."
I rolled my eyes."Fine. I hope this house isn't rachet. Is that better?"
My mom unlocked the front door, ignoring my sarcasm and me. We walked inside. The house was more open-concept and appeared larger then I thought. "Ok I retract my previous statement. It's not that bad." I took a few steps into the foyer." I actually kinda like it."
Joy smiled."Your room is on the left in the hall. I had it painted. Go look."
I dropped my rucksack and ran. For once I was excited. My mum always goes out of the way to make me happy, and I don't think she should. But trust me, I'm not complaining and I'm grateful for it all.
I opened the door and let out a squeal. Yes, a real squeal. Two walls were painted red, one painted white but the back wall.. The entire thing was painted to look like the English flag. I ran back and almost tackled my mum to the ground. "I LOVE IT!"
She giggled.
Maybe life isn't going to be as bad as I thought here.
