Guess who's back. Back again. Jenn is back. Tell a friend.
Hey everyone! Dunno how long it's been since I posted the first chapter, but I haven't given up on this story. I've been stuck in a writing rut, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. I don't plan on ever abandoning this story. I've worked too hard on it (seriously I looked into the Canadian school system a bit as well as basically going through college applications again and looking into some international stuff). To be honest with you guys though, don't expect updates too often. I'll try to get updates out as soon as I can, but writing isn't in my top priorities anymore. I hope you will continue to read though. Love you guys and thanks for sticking with me!
Chapter 2: A New-ish Home
Megan hadn't even finished her first step before she was tackled to the ground. Looking at her assailant, she saw a mop of blonde hair. He stared at her, a goofy grin on his face. She blinked a few times. Suddenly, realization hit.
"Rory?"
"Megan! I'm so glad you're here!" Relief shot through her as Rory spoke. She no longer had to worry about living with someone who hated her guts. "This is going to be so awesome! We're going to do so ma-"
"Rory, I'm sure Megan is tired from her flight. Do you think you could get off of her? Show her to her room and help her unpack, please." He was quickly cut off by his mother.
He helped her up and grabbed one of her suitcases. As they made their way up the stairs, Rory continued to tell her of all the fun things he had planned for them. "You get to meet Benny and Ethan! They're my best friends and we can all hang together! And we can eat pizza! And we can go to class together! School started a week ago, but not a lot happened. Except for the vampire thing. Oh and we can fight bad guys together like we used to!"
"Sounds great Rory. Let me just unpack my things then we can have some fun." Rory's excitement was positively infectious. Granted, he spoke so quickly that she couldn't understand what he was saying, but she could tell he was eager to hang out with her.
"Sure thing! Just come get me when you're done. I'll be in my room." With that sentence, he left her to her own devices. The guest room she and her mother would stay in when she was younger was now her own room. She opened her suitcases and attempted to unpack. She had no idea where to start. She had brought a lot of clothes with her and she didn't want to deal with putting those away right now (curse her meticulous organization plan). Maybe she should start with some of the other stuff. She had brought a good amount of books with her. It wasn't a lot, but it would be enough to fill up one of the shelves above the desk. The Harry Potter series took up more than half of the shelf, but she didn't mind. It had always been her favourite series. Looking back into her suitcase, she decided she should probably put her shoes away. A few pairs of different boots, her multiple sneakers, and her plethora of dance shoes were proudly displayed in the collapsible shoe rack her mom convinced her to bring. Other than her clothes, all that was left to unpack were some of the toiletries she brought as well as some extra school supplies she had lying around. Once she put those away she figured she should start on her clothes. She had saved a few dance costumes to use as emergency Halloween outfits (did they have Halloween in Canada? She'd have to look it up later). That reminded her, she had almost forgotten her make up kit! Rory had put it in the corner of the room when he brought it up. She had to admit she was a bit embarrassed that she had a professional make up case. Of course, it looks like a regular suitcase at first, but when she opens it people begin to stare and not necessarily in a good way. She had grown very self-conscious about it after someone had called her a spoiled brat for having it. She wasn't sure if having one made her a spoiled brat, but she definitely did not like being called that (because what if it was true? No one likes spoiled brats.) She buried it in the depths of her closet. She wouldn't need any of that heavy stage make up for a while anyways. Looking around, she reminisced about her previous stay here.
Megan had just turned nine. She and Rory had just gotten back from one of their infamous (to their family, at least) adventures. They were a superhero tag team. Rory was the Volcanic Ninja and she was the Ghostly Mermaid (their naming convention had been to combine two things they thought were cool). After defeating the evil Doctor Hurricane (one of Rory's action figures) they realised the townspeople (Megan's stuffed animals that she brought almost everywhere) needed a way to signal them. They had spent hours trying to make their very own bat symbol and when they finally made it (Uncle Garrett had drawn a ninja with a mermaid tail) they drew it on the closet door much to the vexation of Aunt Vivian who never could get the drawing entirely off the wall.
While putting away the rest of her clothes, Megan saw their symbol still there on that closet door. She felt it was a good sign of all the things that were to come. If this was still up there, she and Rory would continue to get along just fine.
I hope you guys enjoyed. Please do review, it'll be a while between updates and there may be some disconnect that I may not catch. Thanks again~!
