Winter
New school, new town, new life - part 1
So for this story I will be updating as much as possible. I start by writing this in a book and once I am happy with the chapter I will upload on here. The P.O.V (point of view) will be only one person, Meghan, the main character. I hope you enjoy!
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Small flecks of soft delicate snow falls to the ground, littering my hazel hair as I lay on the blanket of white under my frail body. The sharp wind runs across my pale skin causing the hairs on my arms to rise. Holly grows above my head hanging on a tree covering me from the sun but still letting through snow.
This is my 16th winter but it had never snowed as much as today and this makes me sad. Today is the day I leave home. Not alone but with my mum and younger brother, Jacob. We are leaving rainy England to move to sunny California. Just the thought of all the sandy beaches and surfing quickly brought my mood back up. The reason we are leaving, you may ask? Well that's simple. My father.
*TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE*
After years of suffering from abuse, my mother finally got the courage to tell someone. Me. She explained how he would hit her. Kick her. It started with him embarrassing her, she says. Then the slaps. Then punches and so on. I know you may be thinking, why are you telling your six-teen year old daughter. Well she had no one else. No parents to tell. They died a year before I was born in a large house fire. My father had been the one to put it out and soon got together with my mum. A month later my mother found out she was pregnant with me. I guess you could say I was a mistake.
We all grew up a happy family and the happiness lasted a few years after my brother was born. From what my mother says, it started when my brother was four, myself eleven. I had noticed my mother was skittish around my father and himself quite threatening. I guess I didn't think of it as anything to worry about.
Anyway, while my mother was telling me about all the terrible things my father had done, he burst through the door and growled. Not a human growl, more like a lion about to pounce on its prey. That night he beat my mother and I until we were unable to move, just look at each other thinking the same two things. One, he was drunk. You could smell the liquor coming off of him a mile away. Two, will he hurt Jacob? Turns out he didn't, just ran away and hasn't turned up for two weeks.
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"Meghan" I hear a soft female voice call my name as I make my way into the empty house which will soon belong to someone new. It is strange to think that something so important to you can become someone else's so quickly. Packing all the memory's my friends/family and I have shared in this house away into a small cardboard box was hard, I'm not gonna lie. I will admit I let a few tears slip.
"Meghan, I have been calling you for the last ten minuets! Why didn't you answer me!?" My mum shouts from the doorway of the kitchen. Hm, I didn't even see her come in. My mum is the sort of mum your friends would call a 'milf'. She has long blond hair and lovely tanned skin with a tint of olive. Her blue eyes sparkles every time the sun shone on them. I swear they are like diamonds.
Sadly, I look nothing like my mum. Instead of long blond hair, I have shoulder length hazel hair that curled at the ends. I didn't have sea blue eyes but I had a mucky green set. My skin wasn't tanned, it was pale and my cheeks were sprinkled with freckles. On some people they would be considered 'cute', but on me it is nowhere near.
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I hope this was an okay start? This is only part one of chapter one as this is all I have currently written. I will be uploading another chapter once I get 20 reads. So make sure to mention this story to friends and stuff... COMMENT/SUBSCRIBE/VOTE
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Small flecks of soft delicate snow falls to the ground, littering my hazel hair as I lay on the blanket of white under my frail body. The sharp wind runs across my pale skin causing the hairs on my arms to rise. Holly grows above my head hanging on a tree covering me from the sun but still letting through snow.
This is my 16th winter but it had never snowed as much as today and this makes me sad. Today is the day I leave home. Not alone but with my mum and younger brother, Jacob. We are leaving rainy England to move to sunny California. Just the thought of all the sandy beaches and surfing quickly brought my mood back up. The reason we are leaving, you may ask? Well that's simple. My father.
*TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE*
After years of suffering from abuse, my mother finally got the courage to tell someone. Me. She explained how he would hit her. Kick her. It started with him embarrassing her, she says. Then the slaps. Then punches and so on. I know you may be thinking, why are you telling your six-teen year old daughter. Well she had no one else. No parents to tell. They died a year before I was born in a large house fire. My father had been the one to put it out and soon got together with my mum. A month later my mother found out she was pregnant with me. I guess you could say I was a mistake.
We all grew up a happy family and the happiness lasted a few years after my brother was born. From what my mother says, it started when my brother was four, myself eleven. I had noticed my mother was skittish around my father and himself quite threatening. I guess I didn't think of it as anything to worry about.
Anyway, while my mother was telling me about all the terrible things my father had done, he burst through the door and growled. Not a human growl, more like a lion about to pounce on its prey. That night he beat my mother and I until we were unable to move, just look at each other thinking the same two things. One, he was drunk. You could smell the liquor coming off of him a mile away. Two, will he hurt Jacob? Turns out he didn't, just ran away and hasn't turned up for two weeks.
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"Meghan" I hear a soft female voice call my name as I make my way into the empty house which will soon belong to someone new. It is strange to think that something so important to you can become someone else's so quickly. Packing all the memory's my friends/family and I have shared in this house away into a small cardboard box was hard, I'm not gonna lie. I will admit I let a few tears slip.
"Meghan, I have been calling you for the last ten minuets! Why didn't you answer me!?" My mum shouts from the doorway of the kitchen. Hm, I didn't even see her come in. My mum is the sort of mum your friends would call a 'milf'. She has long blond hair and lovely tanned skin with a tint of olive. Her blue eyes sparkles every time the sun shone on them. I swear they are like diamonds.
Sadly, I look nothing like my mum. Instead of long blond hair, I have shoulder length hazel hair that curled at the ends. I didn't have sea blue eyes but I had a mucky green set. My skin wasn't tanned, it was pale and my cheeks were sprinkled with freckles. On some people they would be considered 'cute', but on me it is nowhere near.
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I hope this was an okay start? This is only part one of chapter one as this is all I have currently written. I will be uploading another chapter once I get 20 reads. So make sure to mention this story to friends and stuff... COMMENT/SUBSCRIBE/VOTE
@harryfan1400
Aha thanks again and so is yours! I read the first chapter and will make sure to read more of it! <3
5/11/15