A/N: So this is my first proper chapter to this story :) Hope you like it. Please leave a review to let me know what you think, because I havent got much feedback for this one. Thanks for reading
It was Friday, last day of term before the Easter break. Violet was sitting next to Joyanna in their last class of the day, English. Violet liked English because she loved to write stories but she hated how they had to sit and study one play and novel for the entire year. She preferred to fly through books and write short stories about what ever topic took her fancy.
Right now they were listening to Mrs Poe babble on about Romeo and Juleit, Violet was very sceptical about love and saw the story to be pretty exaggerated they hardly knew each other, but where some how madly in love, that didn't wash with Violet.
Joyanna on the other handwas a hopeless romantic forever getting her heart broken by the boys she had just met. She was staring dreamily into space about the latest victim of her facebook stalking.
Violets phone buzzed in her pocket and she chanced checking it, she was in the back corner of the class so chances are Mrs Poe wouldn't notice.
It was just a text from her Mum, who else would it be. "Come home after school we need to talk to you."
This made her very nervous and she replied with a quick "Ok". She couldn't think of any reason she would be in trouble. She hadn't done anything, well nothing serious.
She scribbled a quick note to Joyanna.
'Just got a text from mum, cant go to town, she wants me straight home after school I think I'm in trouble.'
'Oh what did you do now? Or maybe she's going to give you the talk'
'I didn't do anything, and I'm 15 that's not it."
"You never know."
It was too risky to keep gong with notes so she folded it up and put in her shirt pocket. They both slipped back into there own worlds. Joyanna was daydreaming and Violet was wondering what was going to be waiting for her when she got home.
Everything she thought of in that class wasn't even close to the awfulness that was waiting for her when she walked in the door of her hous clock, they finished school early on a Friday.
"We're getting a divorce," her parents said in unison.
"What, why now? You always fight you always fight, you always make up, whats different this time?" Klaus demanded.
Violet was stunned, and on this rare occasion, speechless. Sunny sat perched on her lap, chewing the arm of her doll and giggling, she had no idea what was going on, or how much it was going to affect her future.
"Well say something Violet," Bertie said.
"What do you expect me to say?" Violets eyes welled up with tears, she was determined to hold back, her fingers subconsciously edged towards the bobbin on her wrist, but what solution could she possibly come up with? There was nothing she could do or say to fix this, so there was no point in tying up her hair.
"You'll spend week days and every second weekend here with your Mum, and school holidays and every other weekend with me," her dad explained.
"You children have to understand, this is what's best for the family, your father and I just don't get on living in the same house and it was tearing us all apart." Her mother was tryig to justify the worst news (yet) that Violet had ever received.
It was not working Klaus got up, and headed in the direction of the stairs, slamming the door behind him. Sunny still on Violets lap, had started to cry and snuggle into Violets hoodie, it was warm, soft and made her feel safe.
Violet stood up clutching her baby sister tightly. "I hope you happy, now that you're choosing this," she said sarcastically. Even in a time of such distress she was still quoting musicals.
With that she left the now estranged couple standing, shocked in the kitchen. Surely they didn't expect the children to be happy with this decision.
Violet went upstairs to her bedroom, turned on her laptop and text Joyanna "Skype now". She needed a good girly chat with her best friend to sort out her feelings.
"No Sunny, don't chew snuggles," she said retrieving her childhood teddy bear from her two year old sister who was propped up beside her on the bed.
Things couldn't get any worse. The imminent skype call with Joyanna would hopefully help. She could vent a little at least.