Well, I've started ANOTHER story... But this one is meant to be sort of like Dance, Shuffle, Shimmy, Shake, but better (hopefully) ahaha.
I haven't got a title for this yet, so bare with me on that :P
"But Mum! I don't want to move again!" Ellie whines as her mother tapes up another box.
"Don't use that tone on me, Eliza. And I told you to call me mother. For Christ's sake, is it that hard for you to remember something that simple? Hm?"
"And I told you to call me Ellie!"
"But Eliza is so much more… more sophisticated, and it was your grandmother's name. Have you no respect for her? Bless her soul." Ellie’s mother says, putting her hand on her heart and shutting her eyes for a brief moment.
"Well I'm not her, am I? My name is Ellie!"
"Don't be stupid, Eliza."
"Jesus f.ucking Christ! My name is Ellie! And I do not want to move!"
“How dare you say such filth to your own mother? And to use the Lord’s name in vain!”
“S.hit, f.uck, c.ock sucker.” Ellie says, crossing her arms and giving her mother a smug look. Her mother stops taping the box and stares at her, wide eyed and stunned.
“Now you just have even less of a choice in moving!” Crossing her arms as well and stalking out of the room.
“Oh, like I ever had a say in this!” Ellie yells after her mother.
“You don’t even know what it’s going to be like when we get there. You’ve never been to Melbourne!” Her mother calls from the other room.
“But I actually made a friend this time!” Ellie shouts. “A real friend.” She murmurs to herself.
Ellie had never gotten along well with her mother, but it had especially been harder for them both since her father left. When her father was around, they never moved houses, let alone cities or sometimes even countries. Her mother was always at home, being the perfect, prime-cut housewife, her father out at work. They were a classic family. But when Ellie’s father suddenly disappeared from their lives when Ellie was only seven, Ellie’s mother had to get a job; a job that required that happened to involve moving around. The moving had definitely damaged their mother/daughter relationship even further.
It’s also especially hard on Ellie’s part with all this moving. She’s never been all that good at making friends. This makes it even harder with all the moving as she never has time to make a true friend. But for the first time in a long while (four years, to be more specific), Ellie has made a proper friend; Laura. They clicked fast, and it was one of Ellie and her mother’s longer stays in one place.
Now they were moving again, and Ellie is sixteen and would have to go through the all too familiar cycle of packing all her belongings, getting on a plane to who-knows-where (Melbourne this time), starting at a new school and just try to find someone to befriend.
“Now, are you sure you have absolutely everything?” Ellie’s mother asks as she locks the door to their house for the last time.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Ellie mutters sadly.
“Alright then. Let’s get a move on; we don’t want to be late.”
Ellie helps her mother haul the last of the boxes into the car. She turns to walk to her seat in the car when she sees someone running down the street at full speed.
“Ellie!” They yell.
“Laura?” Ellie yells back.
Laura finally reaches Ellie and pulls her into a hug.
“Don’t move,” Laura says quietly. “Please don’t move.” Laura pulls back. There are tears in her eyes.
“I- I have to.” Ellie whispers, welling up as well. Ellie’s mother honks the horn of the car.
“I’ll miss you,” Laura says, giving her friend another hug. “I’ll miss you so much.” Ellie’s mother honks the horn again.
“I really have to go…” Ellie says quietly, breaking the hug. She begins to walk away, not looking back, as she didn’t want to cry anymore as she was. She gets into the car, closes the door and fastens her seatbelt. Her mother starts the car and they drive off, to a new beginning. Laura runs down the road, following the car. When they she gets to the end of the road she stops running and starts waving and blowing kisses to her friend. Ellie winds down her window and sticks as much of her body out of the window as she could.
“I’ll miss you, Laura!” Ellie yells, waving back and returning the kisses, tears streaming down both the girls faces.
So... wadda ya think? Ahahaha ;D
I hope you like it and I'll try update my other stories as well since it's been 32498245 years since I've done that, sorry :s
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