Chapter 4
Moving
4 years later
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I wake up and see the sun shine bright. Great another day ruined. Since my 11th birthday alotta things changed.
For example:
1. My relatives moved away (yeaaah!!)
2. I got a dog. ( double yeah!)
3. I got my own cell phone!!!!!
4. I figured out how I use my powers at will, but I am still a little unskilled when it comes to controlling them.
Anyway.
I drag myself to my closet and get dressed, slide down the banister of our stairs and before I'm half way to the kitchen I smell breakfast. I'm all set to eat when something hits me: I DIDN'T MAKE MY OWN FOOD. Which would mean my mom made it and she skipped work, and the only reason she skips a day of her job is to tell me something important.
Oh well I might as well be happy my breakfast was made for me. I grab a plate and served my self the most delectable morsels in the seven continents; waffles.
Of course any moron can make waffles, but the way my mom makes them is very different. I won't go into intricate details but believe me, you're mouth'll be watering before she's even done.
My mom's already seated with her breakfast and she's reading the newspaper. I take the chair next to her. Almost instantly the smell of slow roasted coffee invaded my lungs.
Sweet but powerful.
I dig in and about half way through my meal, My mom speaks up.
"Sweetie, we need to talk."
My fork drops. Stupid butter. I get a napkin and wipe my mouth. "What about?"
She gives me an I really don't want to tell you this but here it goes anyway looks. " Um, about moving."
RIIIIIIING! My mom's cell rings. It's her boss from work and I'm guessing he wants to know why she didn't come to work today. She lies and said her daughter has a fever and must be taken care of by her. He bys it and apologizes for interrupting her, bids her good bye and hangs up. As does she. " So," she continues, " do you want to?"
"Move?"
"yes."
I thought about it for a moment. Gotham was becoming a bore- I knew this city like the back of my hand. A new place could be the adventure I'm looking for.. Maybe even more.
"Where would we move to?" I questioned,
"Well it's a place called Jump City. Our house will be across the street from the harbor, and I hear there's a lotta …oh what are those places where you young people hang with your friends and dance?"
"You mean a club?"
"yeah, loads of those and they don't serve alcoholic drinks."
" That's good to know." great, I thought, something to do all day
"when'll we leave?" I continued.
"Tonight or early tomorrow." She replied.
" nice." I went and put my plate in the sink. "Oh and mom,"
She lifted her head up from reading the paper. "yes?"
" Extremely good waffles." I chuckled. "Of course everything you make is good."
She blushed . "thank sweetums. Now go pack- the moving van will be here soon."
"Allrighty then." I muttered as I rushed up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I grabbed a suitcase from my closet and got down to business.
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I collapsed on my bed, and my body ached with exhaustion. 3 hours; that's what it took me to strip my loaded room of all it's contents, and man, was I tired.
Just when I was about to fall into an endless coma, I hear my mom calling me. Boy, could she yell. Instantly I was up and strolling out my door; fulfilling the need to be obedient when it comes to my mom needing me. "yes mom?" I yelled. "The mover's are here!" She answered.
"Goodie. I don't want to have to carry that stuff downstairs myself, I'm bushed." I replied.
She directed her attention to the open door, and let in the movers. Normally I would have just walked right past them with out any notice, but today was different. Today I saw the moving men, and one of them caught my attention.
It was a seventeen year old ,and he was dressed in bright orange overalls with matching hat and gloves. Blonde wavy hair, cobalt eyes ,and from the looks of it , it looks like he worked out. He saw me, and mouthed "talk to you later".
I got the hint and waited patiently for them to get done. When they did , I approached the 17 year old. "hi." said sheepishly. "Hey. I'm Jake." He answered, also a little shy. I tried to make a conversation but in reality I had to admit: I'm not that good with others. But I didn't need to.
"Soo," He began, "Where you moving?"
"Jump City." I answered. The coversation went from where I was moving to, to what my fave music was. The knot in my stomach loosened the more we talked. "Have you ever had to dance in front of people and then got nervous?" He asked. This was pretty simple. "Of course I have, but then again I tell myself to relax and just let the music move me. That's why I've won the title Queen of The Beat 4 years in a row." I said, enjoying the fact that he was seriously impressed with my talent. Who could blame him?
"Well, mrs. Queen of The Beat, It be my pleasure if at every party, you and whatever gang you have would be there and show those ppl what dancing is all about." He announced, and bowed quickly . I giggled at all this sudden attention and adoration. Then striking a queenly pose , I imitated a voice from a person of royal stature. "Now that I am and as your queen, I dismiss you. Get back to bringing happiness to your royal highness." Jake could barely cover up his fits of laughter. I broke my higher class pose and joined him. I recovered after a good minute or 2. well that was fun for a while. "Say," He asked unexpectingly, "Don't suppose you already have a boyfriend?" He leaned closer.
My smiled faded, and a look of loneliness washed over my face. "That's where you're wrong; I don't." I muttered.
This stunned him. She was so beautiful. Why would any guy not like her? He thought quietly. His arm comforted my weary head. He looked me in the eye. "Alle, I don't know what idiotic guys you've been around but they have to be blind to not see how lovely you are." My heart melted into a pool of butter. Those cobalt eyes gazed into my soul and took away all the pain and lonesomeness . His hands cradled my chin and pulled me towards him. Our lips locked only for a few seconds, but those few seconds were ones I'd cherish forever. We separated and I felt my face get hot again. "Hey," He said, digging in his pockets, "I want you to have this." He opened his hand and revealed… A necklace, with the words In My Heart engraved on a ruby. Jake wrapped the necklace around my neck and latched it. The ruby gleamed in the mid-day sun. "I-I'm at a loss for words." I stuttered, still staring at the precious stone dangling from my neck. He grinned. "Well you could start by saying you'll be my girl." His grin widened. "Just a thought ." He continued. I simpered. "And you could start by asking me for my number." He hugged me and I handed him a slip of paper with my digits written on it. "Just in case of an emergency, like if someone is at a party and can't dance for his life." He smiled. In the distance I heard my mom's voice calling me. "Alle, Get your bags, put them in the trunk, and get in. We're leaving!" She yelled. "Bye!" I yelled running for the door, and racing for my room. I grabbed my stuff and hauled it to the trunk. Using what little energy I had left, I crammed them in there, and got in the back seat of the suburban. My mom repeated what I had just accomplished and were in the front and passenger seats in a hot second. "Are we ready?" My father asked us. "Ready..as we'll ever be." My mom and I said in unison. He backed out and we were gone. I stared out at the house that held so many memories and glanced at the road ahead. Goodbye memory lane, Hello Jump City I thought to my self. I relaxed into the seat and fell into another dream, which unsurprisingly included Jake.
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Sorry it took so long guys. I've been grounded and am only allowed an hour on the internet each day, Well the next chap is when Alle meets BB and the rest of the gang.
- rae's lil sis.