Heavens pov
"we're what?" I finally managed to get out of mouth after sitting in that chair for a good 10 minutes. "We're moving, to seaford to be exact" my dad states. I just stare at him, shocked. I've been in New York City for practically my whole life! My parents can't just expect me to leave it behind.
"Your dad got an opportunity to work on an invention with none other then Edward woods" my mom spoke. (Not a real scientist!) "it's just for a year. That's all. Then we will be back in New York City. That is my promise to you" my dad told me flashing his signature hopeful smile. "You promise?" I asked him, hopeful that we wouldn't be there forever. "Promise" dad told me, hopeful that I would be ok with it. "Let's move to seaford" I told them. Little did I know what would happen in seaford.
Hamlets pov
Hey, I'm hamlet. I'm 13 years old. My mom and I live in seaford, California. It's just us. I know my dad still exists. My mom has told me that he's a jerk and I will know when I meet him, but she's usually drunk when she says that and she says that a lot. So you guessed my mom is an alcoholic. She blames my dad for why she drinks. I really wish that I lived with him instead of her, even though he might be a jerk.
i walk into our small apartment. It's all we can afford. It always smells like cat pee since mom keeps the windows open 24/7 and the neighbour hood cats always come in through the windows. I've become fond of them. I even kept an orange tabby kitten. Don't tell my mom. She hates cats. Ironic right?
I hung up my backpack, praying to god that she wasn't home. It's not just the drinking thing. she's abusive as well. I hate being late because I'm afraid I might get hit. I honestly don't know why she's like this. She used to be the best mom in the world, reading me magic tree house every night, making shadows with me underneath my covers when it stormed and sending me little notes in my lunch bag. I don't understand how something you love could make you act like the way my mom is. Maybe I'm not the reason why she's acting like this.
"mom?" I called as I sat my black DC backpack on the table. I kicked off my shoes, checking to see if my moms were there and they weren't. I sighed. Another dinner on my own. I get used to it though.
Heaven's pov
"we're moving! We're moving!" Ripley shouted, as he ran all over the kitchen, as mom, dad and I worked on dinner. It was our favourite thing to do as a family. I hope that wouldn't change when we moved to Seaford. The 3 of us laughed as Ripley stopped. "What's wrong, little buddy?" I asked him. "I don't even know what moving is" he stated. The 3 of us tries to keep our laughter to ourselves. Dad set his knife down and knelt down to his level. "Come here, rip" he told him, as Ripley walked over to him, like a duck. This was his new thing, walking like birds. He had a different one each day. Yesterday, he was walking like a pigeon. He saw one in the park with dad and I. He became obsessed with copying it. I guess the obsession had worn off.
"Yes, daddy?" Ripley asked dad, as he studied his features, which usually creeped us all out due to the way his eyes looked when he did it. "Moving is when someone or even a family" dad started. "Hey, we're a family!" Ripely interrupted. "Yes we are, rip. Now let daddy finish explaining" mom softly told Ripley. "I guess I could do that" Ripley said. "Anyways, moving is when a family packs up everything that they own" dad started again, but ripely had something else to say. "Even their underwear?" Ripley asked. "Yes even their underwear. Now will you let me finish?" Dad asked him, as he began to tickle him to death. "Ok" he said, in between laughter. "So they pack up everything that they own and they move to a new house" he finished explaining. "Cool!" He exclaimed. "Daddy?" He asked again. "Yes, rip" dad said. "Will the family still be a family?" Ripley asked him. Dad picked him up and held him in his arms. "Of course the family will still be a family. Just like they always were" dad expired. "Just like they always will be" mom finished, as she rested her head on dad's shoulder.
hamlets pov
I finished up my bowl of Kraft macaroni and cheese. What? I'm only 13. It's the best that I can do. Just as I was about to put my now clean bowl away, my mom walked through our apartment door. Her hair was a mess as always and she looked as if she hadn't slept in days. She walked in quietly. I leaned up against the counter as I watched her carefully take off her shoes and fix mine as I had left mine a mess. I couldn't tell wether she was sober or not.
She walked over to the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries. I was hoping it was grocers. She set the bag on the counter and took out a tall bottle of vodka. Oh great. So she is sober. "What's with the vodka?" I asked her, as she began to look for a wine bottle opener. She just gave me a look. "Too touchy?" I asked her, as she found the bottle opener and opened up the vodka. "Mom, say something" I prodded. "Your father" she told me, before she took a sip from the giant bottle of vodka. Not this again. How could he be the reason for her drinking tonight? He doesn't even live in the same city as us.
"How is that the reason?" I asked her, as I watched her take another sip. "He's moving to seaford with his new family" she told me. That was all I needed to here to know that life as I knew was about to drastically change.
done! So? What did you guys think? I decided to go a little bit different with this story. Sorry for my long absence. I had writers block, plus I just finished my final year of high school and will be starting college in September. Please read and review and I'll be open to any ideas.