Authors note
sorry if you guys are disappointed this is just to let you know that the previous chapter has been updated. But I thought I'd give you guys something to read any way since you took the time to come here enjoy.
The following is a teaser for a work in progress called 'Single Parents kids'
1)Avery
"Come on Avery. It's going to be great." My dad has spent the whole ride trying to get me excited about the move. No scratch that, he has been trying that for over two months! I get why he wants to move. But that doesn't mean I have to be cheery about it.
"Right," is all I say, still staring at my shoes like I have been doing since we left. Dad sighs.
"Come on Angel" he says in the voice that always gets him what he wants.
"I know you don't like change but there is nothing that holds us in Chicago. My new job pays better and the hours are decent." Lame excuse. "Dad you're a teacher, your hours are always decent." "True. But here there are no weekend supervisions, or late night conferences. I'll be with you almost every non-school minute. And your new school has an advanced program. You need to be challenged love. And you should spend time with kids that are your age and your level. You've always complained about classes being too easy, your classmates not keeping up with you and me not being around enough. That'll al be over now so what is it that you are really being difficult about." I shrug my shoulders. To be honest I do know why I'm feeling so angry about it. It's true that I don't like it when things are changed. Not like that I have to have a schedule for everything, or that I go gaga when a picture is placed a millimeter to the right. But by example when my dad repainted my old room it took me a week to adapt to it and sleep well again. Dad has done everything in his power to avoid me going through months of adapting by showing me the neighborhood, visiting my new school and speaking to my teacher, miss Angela, at the end of last school year. We couldn't visit the house cause they were renewing the plumbing and the electricity, but dad did have pictures so I know how it looks like. And it worked. The change doesn't feel that big anymore. It's just that it feels wrong. As if we are running away while we shouldn't have to.
No if anyone should move it was her.
2)Emma
"Morning sweetheart time to get up. It's the first school day… uch… uch"
I sit up when I hear moms hoarse voice. She shouldn't be up this early when she's sick. She knows that. Now uncle Jake is going to be mad. "Bella?!" told you.
"What are you doing out of bed? you better get back there this instant. The doctor said you can go back to work tomorrow if you rest. Come on, I'll make you some soup." I cast a glance at mom while I make my bed. She sighs frustrated but does as uncle Jake says.
Mom doesn't like it when people take care of her, or even worse, me. Not that she doesn't trust uncle Jake. She just prefers to do things herself. Uncle Jake sighs. "Em go get yourself ready, your lunchbox lays next to your plate. I'm going to strap your mother to her bed and lock her up in her room." I giggle and nod at him. He's only half joking thought. Mom is a danger for her own health sometimes. "Oh and I trust you'll make yourself a healthy lunch." As if I would even consider not to. Mom may forget about her health, she can be very strict about everyone else's. Not that I mind. I have seen some of the kids Seth works with, he is a health coach for children, so I don't mind keeping an eye on my diet. I pick an outfit from my closet and hurry to the bathroom. Jake has been staying with us the last week so his stuff is all over the place. There is a little problem with that. I can't handle 'my place' to be a mess. I'm alright as long as it is outside my home and my school desk and when I don't cause it. But where I live and work it needs to be organized. Jake isn't great at that. So every morning I put his stuff back in it's place.
'Just one more day' I promise myself. 'Then it won't bother you anymore.'
Don't look so weird, I'm not crazy! Mom calls it perfectionism. And she's right. I can't handle the feeling that I've performed beyond my level. I rather lose a game, but know I've done the best I can then win and think I could've done better. I aim for my own perfection, nothing wrong with that.
After my shower and getting dressed I hurry to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast and lunch.
While I eat my sandwich I watch uncle Jake making moms soup. "Em?" he asks as I finish my glass of milk. "Will you test taste for me?" Jake isn't a bad cook. But mom has been cooking since she was five and is pretty awesome at it as a result. Figures he gets a bit nervous. I taste a spoon full and act as if I'm thinking very hard. Jake knows mom won't mind even if it were to taste horrible.
"It's perfect uncle Jake. The smell alone should cure her." I tell him with my sweetest smile. He smiles gratefully. Uncle Jake once admitted to me that he has loved my mother since he was 12 and she 14. The reason he never went on a date with her is that he hesitated and my dad didn't.
Dad loves mom and me. He is just not right for us. After 'the incident' he decided that it was best he took some distance. He told mom that he wanted to give her back her freedom and pay back for the trouble he caused. This by divorcing her and leaving her the most part of his possessions. He started up a new company in Europe and has left her be.
He keeps contact with me thought. He doesn't dare doing it over the phone because he's not sure if he'd be able to behave himself if mom where to pick up. So he writes every week and when I read between the lines I see he hopes mom will take him back when he returns. He'll never say it in these exact words but tries to test the waters often. "How's your mom doing?", "How are the two of you doing?", "I've read an article about her latest project. Impressive she does that while taking care of you on her own." All were really just one question: 'Is she seeing someone else?'. Up until now I always could give him the answer he wanted to hear.
