(A.N. Okay, so here is the first official chapter, I hope you guys like it!)
Chapter 1
It is June 1st, 1983. School is finally over! Now it's summer and my life is my own! A few minutes before the last bell sounded out I made sure my locker was empitied of all of my belongings before walking outside to find Jessica. Memorial Boulevard middle school wasn't that big, yet Bristol, Connecticut wan't that big either, so I wouldn't have an issue finding her.
"Hey Curtis!" I turned around at the sound of the familiar voice, it was Jessica's.
Jessica came running over holding all of her books in her arms. Her long blonde hair was being blown around in the wind and her bright blue eyes shone with excitement. Sometimes I'm jeleous of her good looks since more boys tend to look at her, but my dad says I'm only thirteen, I still have plenty of time before I would have to be worrying about boys. If only he knew! As soon as Jessica reached my side she started pulling me in the direction of our neighborhood. Both me and Jessica live in a pretty nice part of town compared to everyone else because our parents had gone to college, or at least for me, my dad did. My father refuses to talk about mom, she either died or ran out on us a long time ago. Dad won't specify, says it hurts too much to talk about her.
"Delilah Curtis! Where have you been all day? I've been looking everywhere for you." I laughed at her statement, I had already seen her five times that day and now she was finally looking for me?
"Than you must not have been looking hard enough!" I giggled and then Jessica playfully shoved me in my arm, "Are you heading home Jess? Or do you want to hang out at my house?" Jessica sadly shook her head,
"No, I can't. I have a few relatives from New York coming to the house this weekend and I can't go anywhere!" She rolled her eyes as she finished her statement.
"That sucks, were still on for the Def Leppord concert next week right?" She held up the tickets and we just started talking about how excited we were and how badly we wanted to go. When we reached a fork in the road we both turned our oppisite ways heading for home.
My reddish brown hair kept on blowing in my face from the wind, it always does that and it gets on my last nerves. My house was in view so I quickly picked up the pace to avoid having to deal with the wind for much longer, but then I breifley thought that it was a lot better than the heat. I walked up to the front of the decently sized, white sided house me and my father shared. I remember him telling me how lucky we are that we could afford it and that as a kid back in Tulsa, Oaklahoma he never would have dreamed of owning a house this nice. I smiled as I stepped up the steps and opened the front door. I dropped all of my books on the coffee table before yelling,
"Daddy I'm home!" I waited a moment to hear his response but none came.
I was puzzled, he was always home when I got in. I walked into the dining room and quickly pressed myself against the wall when I heard my dad's voice coming from the kitchen, it was a little muffled because he was on the telephone, but I could still make out part of the conversation he was having, probably with one of his brother's back in Tulsa, he calls them a lot and sends them letters and things that I don't really pay attention to. I listened more closley,
"...isn't it great Soda?" I had never gotten over why my grandparents had given my father and his older brother such strange names, but I listened closer to hear the muffled voice coming in on the telephone that was probably my uncle Sodapop's, I hadn't seen him since I was three, my father left me with them while he attended college, he ended up liking it here so he brought me back to stay.
"Yeah Pony! We haven't seen you since you came back after college to get Delilah, so when you movin' back?"
I gasped. Moving? To Tulsa? This couldn't be happening. I banged my hands against the wall as I pushed myself up. I quickly figured out that my father heard that I had been listening because he responded with a quick, "I gotta go," Before hanging up the phone and running upstairs to talk to me, but he was too late. I had already locked the door...
(A.N. So what did you guys think? It turns out Delilah didn't remember her mother at all! What do you think about it?)