This is the begining of a new story I'm writing (well it just came out) Is it good or too much like Twilight? Plus it has typos
It was the longest summer in my life. Perhaps it was because I lived two separate lives.
One with my mother and another with my father who divorced that spring. It was the ending of a good school year, plenty of laughs good memories decent grades but all of that was ruined when my parents cornered me and slowly explained to me the reasons of their ‘separation’. It was a big shock because they didn’t show any distain for one another but once he actually listened, it was obvious. Nothing could have been done to fix it. It had been destroyed for a while.
My summer consists of fights over furniture which house would I sleep in. I lost contact with my friends who slowly adjusted without me, bored with me not answering the phone, not being in town. Although no one understood. I had to help my dad struggle through this divorce, he was left broken and wounded missing my mother while she remarried within five months. I had to spend most of my time with him as he greived. I had spent the last week before school began with my father. It was long and hot, spending most of our time on boats in the middle of lakes fishing. I never liked fishing, you cannot speak nor move unless you would provoke the fish. I was always entertained by the colorful baits and the little fish darting beneath the boat.
Now I stood before the wide window watching the planes land and go to hide into the swimming clouds. My father had left to go to the bathroom leaving me to watch the landscape. Sweet Atlanta. That’s the only way I could describe this city. I reach into my pocket and rolled the peach around letting the tips of fingers feel the skin. Behind me the travelers hurried from terminals to emigration. I can’t help but sigh at the fact that I would be joining them to go to terminal 4B and take the 12:00 flight. I feel my dad taping my shoulder as the loudspeaker announces that boarding for the Norfolk Virginia flight. Silently we trudge toward the line and as we wait my father manages to gather a few words.
“I hope you have a nice year.” To him it seemed like a lot of wisdom but I kept it in my back pocket.
“Thanks,” I said feigning a smile. Before walking into the plane I turned to quickly wave then disappear into the monsters belly. As the plane took off and sailed through the clouds I pull out the peach and bit heartingly into it, as if carrying Georgia with me. I cannot finish it though. I notice the sticker telling where the peach was bought and I bring it heavily down.
I had to forget, was it childish to miss your home? To want to keep it on your shoulder. I had to forget, to turn my back and move forward. Which was with my mother in Norfolk Virginia which seemed to be such a alien place despite the fact that it was only three states along. I wondered whether my father would be okay. He was still frail with desperation but he needed to move on—something I reminded him daily. If mom could, surely he could too.
I was leaving everything in Georgia for my mother in Virginia who recently decided that I should move up there too, even if I didn’t want too, even if my father needed me more but she had reasoned that I was her son and she should have “a little piece of me too.” It was not my say. I was still considered to be a minor therefore “the kid” was exchanged between my parents like a delicate vase that had been dropped too often.
Soon I fell asleep with the taste of Georgia sweet in my mouth. Although it was gone when I awoke and when the plane landed onto the new land. My muscles numbly shifted around me as I gathered my two bags and ambled out of the plane swept away with the crowd eager to get out. When I stood in the airport though I could not recognize my mother. She was not here. I should not have been surprised but I was bitter. Forced to come here and she didn’t even arrive on time. I gritted my teeth in anger that boiled out of me as I went to get my bags. As I stood waiting for my bag to come around on the converbelt I cursed this place, wishing not to be here. Suddenly I felt someone hug me from behind and I turned to see my mother.
“Briar you’ve gotten so tall.” She cooed as she pat me on the head. I attempted to keep myself happy not to spoil my mother’s good humor. “Thanks mom. Where were you?” I asked as I noticed my green bag coming around.
“George’s car wouldn’t turn on.” She said rolling her eyes as she lurched forward to grab my bag.
“No, that’s okay.” I muttered as I dragged it off onto the floor.
“So…whose George?” I asked dreading to now.
“My new friend. I met him at the library.” She was finding men at the library now? She said as she grabbed the handle and rolled my bag while my carry on was swung on my shoulder. While we walked outside into the Norfolk day.
Sunny but there was a slight breeze. My mother happily chattered away as we walked down the path looking for the silver Mercedes Benz that was driven by this George. I half listened although I was too distracted by the differences of Norfolk. There weren’t too many but I noticed the small details that were missing. I caught pieces about how much she loved Norfolk, how I would love it (eventually?), how great the highschool is and the wonderful new house she bought.
She was describing it in detail this new house she managed to buy with her divorce money and my room. Apparently she painted the walls and put some furniture in it. Although I doubt that it would be much help. Still she seemed thoroughly happy and I didn’t want to upset her. My mother is not the person you would want to have as a enemy. The delay in Georges arrival wasn’t too good since we aimlessly circled the parking lot but he appeared too. A man leaned out of the passenger window and waved to me. As we neared he smiled and said.
“Hey Briar,” He was addressing me as if I knew him all of my life, as if this meeting was not our first and that we had plenty prior. Matching him I replied,
“Hello George.” My mother introduced us and he got out to properly shake my hand then open the back to load my bags in.
“Hope you’re going to stay a while.” I have a choice? I was momentarily thrilled by that but said nothing.
“Yeah,” I muttered. I sat in the back of the car and grumpily stared out my window purposely avoiding watching George and my mother talk. I hated the way she looked at him and I knew that this was more than friendship. Again I felt like a child and couldn’t say anything. I hated it, not having freedom. Not having my own say. I closed my eyes and disappeared. I didn’t realize when we arrived there but I heard the car doors open and shut. I opened my eyes to see the largest house. As I slid out of the car I stared at the house in near shock. It was easily three floors, wide windows, a manicured lawn (likely the work of my mother), next to similar houses, yellow, white porch, and a basketball hoop (for me,)....