Ok guys
Sorry bout the wait but I've been caught up in things…
Anyway, some beautiful, wonderful people (whom I cant remember the names of at the moment, because I don't have the net at the moment, sorry!) made some wonderful suggestions… this chapter is sort of a fill in chapter from when Anzhela left home and went to Australia. Hope this doesn't confuse anyone but just try and bear with me. I've also lost my memory stick so I cant remember the plot of the original story… but we will get there I promise. Oh, and can anyone who likes twilight can you read my other fanfic? I have no responses on it, probably because it's terrible, but I REALLY like feedback. Thanks to anyone who has R&Red and anyone who does read this or my other 1 can they PLEASE R&R.
Love ya all,
MWA xoxo
Ellz94
P.S. I'm sooo sorry to who ever is Russian or what ever, because apparently the dates are mixed up, that Christmas isn't at the same time of year as Australia/America, again I'm sorry but I cant change it because then I would have to rewrite a lot of things. SORRY!!!
Flashback,
I run out of the room pissed off at my family. How can they let him live with us after everything that has happened?!
I can't think straight; I take out the phone that I got for Christmas and dial a number I have grown well to know. Before I realize what I'm doing someone picks up the phone.
"St Vladmir's Academy, Dimitri speaking, can I help you?"
I gulp; the one time that he does pick up is the one time I don't want to talk to him, I think. Or maybe my conscience is telling me something.
"Hello?" He asks again. I can't stand this, I hang up, and then I realize I'm crying. Now I know why I called St Vlad's, I needed someone to talk to. I ignore that annoying bragging voice in my head that says maybe I should stay.
I creep downstairs and see some money on the table in the hall near the phone.
"Just let her simmer down for a bit. She's too much like her brother, if you go up there she'll probably do what Dimitri did to you all those years ago." Mum says to dad.
"You're probably right." Dad says sounding annoyed.
I sooo want to go in there and do exactly what Dimitri did, but I know better.
I took the money then saw dads and mums wallet/purse on the table in the lounge room. Should I risk it?
Before I know it, I'm in the lounge room searching the table for more money.
I hear voices coming this way, I run out of the room and upstairs. I go without a sound.
As I got to my room I gently closed the door and turned around to look at my room.
Over the years I have barely changed my room. In one corner my childhood toys sat on the rocking chair mum used to sit in and read me to sleep. All my walls covered with my previous favorite bands, role models and funny pictures or just memories from the past. One in particular caught my eye… it was one of us kids, all four of us, mucking around in the mud in the backyard, while it was raining, and of course, an extremely angry mum in the corner. I focus on us kids; we look happy like nothing could ever separate us. Me, on Dimitri's shoulders while Dina and Kristen throw HUGE mud pies at us. Everyone is laughing, having fun…I remember when this photo was taken, it was taken a week before Dimitri bashed dad. After that Dimitri was sent away, and us remaining kids separated and barely talked. I wanted so much for Dimitri to come home, he was the only one who ever listened to me and then, when he left, I realized he was also the kid out of all of us who kept us together, who made us stick together through it all. When he left everything feel apart. It was never the same, except for when Dimitri came home; it sort of was like the good old days. But every year the fights would get bigger, every year everyone moved further apart. It hurt to see everyone spit apart like they did but I guess that is what happens. I stuff the picture in my bag.
I look at the rest of the room with tears in my eyes. Drawings that I had drawn, some just squiggles because at that time I was too young to draw anything, marks over the very few patches of wall where Dimitri and I had flicked paint while painting or that time when Dimitri snuck up to my room, with mud pies in his hands, and threw them at me while I was reading, or at least trying to.
All these memories, and yet I still feel that I need to leave.
Options started to run through my head as I silently, yet quickly packed my bag. St Vlad's? Nah that would be to…. weird.
I keep thinking till the right option lands in my head.
Australia.
Steph moved there and the last time I talked to her she was loving it there. They had those really weird animals…. kangaroos, that's right. Oh and the gum tree (?) that smelt absolutely amazing after it had rained. I could picture it in my mind…no I'm kidding, I can't really.
I pick up my mobile and phone the airlines. The next available flight is in an hour. Good I can get there, and I'll have enough money for tuition for the new school and to get a taxi.
I write a quick note to mum and the girls saying that I'm sorry.
And with one last glance around the room, I jump out the window.
As I run away the tears start streaming down my face.
End of flashback"Hello? Earth to Anz…" Matt is waving his hands in front of my face. I smile up at him.
"Sorry bout that."
"It's 'k. You alright?" He asks with concern. He's frowning a bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I reinforce it with my best smile, which makes Matt smile back.
I turn away from him.
I sigh, god I'm glad I left.
Hope that wasn't too confusing for you, tell me what you think. Should I do more of this thing, or just continue on with the story?
HELP ME!!! I really need suggestions, I have a plot but I need help to make it better.
Even if it's mean or what ever…I DON'T MIND!!!
R&R PLEASE!!!
Love ya all,
MWA xoxo
Ellz94
