Summary- Kaydin was just babysitting her little sister, like always, when people appear in her kitchen at five in the morning and tell her that her mother is being held hostage...in a different world? Post War, LegolasOC
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the LotR characters…. Sob… I only own Kaydin, Maeci and anyone else you don't recognize…wail….
A/N- please review and tell me what you think, or give me some advice. I don't have an exact plot for this story but I have a pretty good idea…
Chapter one- Average Day for Kaydin
I walked through my front door with a giddy smile on my face. Everything was perfect today, I have a new boyfriend, and my friends are talking to me. Yup, life is good. I gently stashed my book bag down on the floor by the hallway and slipped of my black and pink etnies, placing them alongside my black and red element bag.
I leaned against the wall as I pulled off my shoes and looked around to see any signs of anyone being home. When I saw none I took a right and crossed through the living room to go scope out the kitchen for a snack.
"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled as I opened up the fridge door and looked around for something to snack on. After a few minutes and no one answering I shrugged.
"Wonder where she's off to this time..." I thought and then went back to my scavenger hunt for something good to eat. Dinner wasn't for another...I looked at my watch...three hours, so I might as well get a snack to bide by.
I pulled out an orange and the gallon of Maeci's juice from the fridge. After grabbing a small glass I walked around the counter and sat on a stool and began to peal my orange.
" Don't wanna be an American Idiot." I sang under my breath and began bobbing my head up and down. I was so absorbed in my singing and peeling my orange that when our phone began to ring I jumped in my seat. Placing a hand over my heart and taking a deep breath I dashed out of the room to find the cordless phone.
It was exactly where I expected it too be, in my mother's room. What can I expect, she always has it. I rolled my eyes and answered the phone.
" Ramsell residence." I said cheerily and bounced back down the stairs to the kitchen.
" Kaydin?" A familiar voice asked quietly. My ears perked up and I stopped in mid-step.
" Yeah, who is this?" I asked curiously.
" It's Mom." my smile faded and a frown quickly took its place.
" Hey where are you?" I asked sitting back down and picking up my orange again.
" I'm with a friend. Hey, will you go pick up Maeci at the daycare center, in…Five minutes?" I sighed and rolled my eyes looking up at the clock. It's four forty-five and we are supposed to get Maeci at five o'clock. Like usual, I am going to be late because my mother doesn't seem to ever remember to tell me early. It is so annoying, my mother is never home. It's like I'm Maeci's mother; I'm the one taking care of her all the time! Not that I'm complaining…I love my little sister, but my mother just gets on my nerves!
" Mom how am I supposed to get there in five minutes? I don't have a license." I said putting the orange down on the counter and standing up from the stool.
" It's around the block, just walk." She snapped. I bit my lip to keep from saying something I'd regret later. She has no right to get snippy with me! I'm the one taking care of her kid!
" Whatever. When will you be home this time?" I asked bitterly. She snorted.
" Tomorrow afternoon, you can baby-sit and skip piano practice."
" What if I don't want to?" I said kind of snottily.
" Then you are just going to have to deal with it." I rolled my eyes and clicked the phone off. It's going to be another long day...
Later…
My little sister, Maeci, giggled as I plopped her down onto the couch and tickled her stomach. Her laugh was so sweet and innocent that all I wanted to do was laugh myself. Her face was slightly red and her bright blue eyes were sparkling, her blond hair ruffled and poking up out of the two ponytails on top of her head.
I stood over her and she raised her arms indicating that she wanted me to pick her up. I obliged and lifted the child into my arms. Now, she is no lightweight child. She's not too chubby, no, but all the flab she has is thick and solid. Making her heavier than the average one and a half-year-old.
It is around 9:30. An hour and a half after her bed time, but she was so sweet when I went to put her in her bed that I ended up bringing her back out with me to play. Mom is going to be mad for keeping her up late, but she was just so darn cute! Like always, with her blonde hair up in two pigtails on the top of her head. All of her curly hair is on the back of her head. Her bright blue eyes sparkling above those big chipmunk cheeks.
She laid her head down on my shoulder and put one arm around my neck with one hand on my shoulder. She lay there twirling her hair in her fingers and talking gibberish quietly. I smiled and made my way towards the kitchen bouncing slightly as I walked. She just lay there submissively as I leaned over the table and grabbed her pink sippy cup. I can tell she's tired so now it really is time for bed.
I continued to walk with a bounce as I made my way down the hall towards her bedroom. She was still talking gibberish and twirling her hair but when she noticed that we were on our way down the hall she sat up and began to shake her finger at me.
" No, no, no." She said shaking her head. She imitated us when we would tell her no and now she says it all the time. It's so cute but I have to put her to bed, or she'll be grumpy in the morning. I shook my head and opened the door to her bedroom and flipped on the lights. The pink walls illuminated and reflected off everything white in the bedroom giving it a pink tint. I handed her, her bottle and she took it without question and popped it in her mouth leaning her head back.
I changed her position so she was lying horizontal in my arms with her head in the crook of my elbow. I let her lie limp in my arms for a moment before placing her in her bed carefully. She sat up immediately and began to cry, throwing her bottle away. I smiled and carefully laid her head back down on her pillow, covered her with the blanket, and handed her the bottle from off the floor. She looked at me with her eyebrows knitted together and tears in her eyes. I frowned and leaned over and kissed her forehead.
" What do you want to sing this time?" I asked softly stroking her face. She just kept drinking her bottle and staring up at me. My long black hair had fallen over my shoulders and was in her reaching grasp. She took a handful of it in her fingers and began to play with it in one hand, while the other was occupied holding the bottle in her mouth.
" What about the usual? Boat to Rome.'" She girgled her milk and just continued to play with my hair. I laughed and then nodded. This became a routine after my mother started dating new guys and not getting home 'til late. I always sang her to sleep, or at least I sang to her when she wasn't too tired that she slept on her own. It looks like tonight is one of the nights I get to perform.
Take a boat to Rome
Our boys are coming home to America
See our worlds collide
Like fire in the sky
No one say a word
Oooooo-ah
Make your way to Spain
The poets and the painters take you in
I'm looking for the road to Portugal
That long and winding road
To the western shore
See how the river shines there beside you
See how the river climbs
And I feel I'm flying again like a bird
I'm wandering and then take a boat to Rome
Cause I'm coming home
Oooooo-ah
Oooooo-ah
I can see a hundred miles of sea
I can feel the sun shine down on me
See how the river shines there beside you
See how the river climbs
And I feel I am flying again like a bird
I'm wandering and then I can hop onto
Seems that high
I'll take a boat to Rome
Cause I'm coming home
Feathers fall and then
Fly away again
I watched as her eyes fluttered closed and smiled. Giving her one more kiss on the forehead I tiptoed out of her room and quietly closed the door behind me.
I pulled out my pj's from the bottom drawer of my dresser, which consisted of a pair of black fleece shorts and a white tank top. I hurried into my bathroom and changed as fast as I could. I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face and I threw my dirty clothes into my hamper. I yawned and scratched the back of my head as I walked out to my bedroom.
My cream and maroon colored bed was neatly made and clean. The wooden floors were newly swept clean and nothing could be seen lying on the floor. I'm very obsessed with cleanliness and neatness. I admit it. It drives me insane when my room is dirty or disorganized. Maybe it's the result of living in a crappy house all my life. So the minute we moved into something nicer I was determined to keep it that way. I'm sure that my mother enjoys it because she never has had to touch the vacuum in her life!
I walked over to my computer desk and sat down in my new leather computer chair. Actually, my father just bought me a new computer chair. A two hundred-dollar computer chair. I laughed evilly to myself and turned my laptop on. My father is the CEO of some big shot company in New York, which is where I get my money. My father, Vincent, still keeps in contact with me even though he is re-married with two kids. His wife, Mary, makes him pay child support. Other than that we don't talk much except through letters.
I've met Mary once or twice when she comes down to visit her family that lives here. I think it is very odd that both my mother and Mary are from Minnesota. Maybe it's a sign… All in all, my life is pretty stable. Except for the fact that my mother is psychotic. It's all right living here with my mother and Maeci, but if I had a choice I would take Maeci and go live with my father. Then maybe Maeci would have chance at a normal life...or not.
As the computer booted up I thought of all the times that our family got together. Weird times...it was quite awkward with my father and his wife there, along with their kids. My mom acted all normal but I could see in her eyes that she felt like hurting my father...or maybe even Mary.
My computer made that loud dinging noise signaling that it was finished downloading and I turned my attention towards it instead. I checked my email and logged onto MSN messenger to see if any of my friends were online. Surprise! None of them were.
I sighed and shut down the computer. I leaned back in my chair with one knee up to my chest. I stared off into space and just sat there. Nothing was going through my mind but at the same time I still felt like I was using my brainpower. It felt so weird.
I snapped out of it and stood up from the chair and walked over to the side of my bed. I clicked off all the lights and climbed into bed. I snuggled into the soft sheets and adjusted my pillow a few times. After a few minutes of staring into space I finally drifted off into sleep.
End of chapter One!
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