Post by starshineemi65 on Mar 28, 2011 22:43:52 GMT 1
Chapter 1: Arriving Home
I had only been to Liverpool once. My parents were divorced, and my dad lived in Liverpool. Mom was in Chicago. Usually, I was with mom. But when she started taking drugs, it was over. They sent me to Liverpool to live with my dad, Phil Shay.
I was pretty close to my father. Ever since mom began taking serious drugs, I'd call him up so I wouldn't feel so alone. We'd often chat about everyday life. When I found out I was going to live with him, I was quite giddy. I was tired of Mom being up all night on drugs, doing nasty things with her friends. I'm an only child, so guess how I feel.
I stepped out of the airplane, rolling my luggage out. I stepped into the airport and took a deep breath. I was finally home.
I waved to my dad, who was standing on a chair and looking around, as if he was a sailor. He was always fun to be around. He had a strong liddy accent, and I admired him greatly. I waved to him and shouted out, "DAD!"
He grinned and stepped down, running toward me. I buried myself in his arms, happy to finally be with him again. it had been some time!
"Hey Shelly.." he mumbled, still hugging me.
"Dad! its so great to be here." I said, parting. "I can't wait to see your home...i don't remember it very well."
"You'll love your room. Let me help you with your bags."
We walked outside together, discussing the long, extremely boring plane ride. We got into the taxi, putting my stuff in the back. What a day!
"So....high school starts tomorrow. You ready?" Dad said, nudging me slightly.
"Not at all....I'm nervous. About what people will think of me. Its obvious that I'm American because of my accent...will they approve?"
"Depends on the kid. If he/she's a total jerk, and doesn't like you cause you're from America, screw them. Try and interact with friendly people. I'm sure you'll make friends. You're sweet, and intelligent."
"Thanks..." I said, blushing. "What about my clothes?"
"Don't worry about it. Liddy kids aren't that bad. 'Sides, you're a great bird. I'm sure you'll make friends, love!" he said, kissing my forehead.
"Yep.." I mumbled.
The rest of the ride was silent. When we arrived home, the memories snapped. I suddenly remembered everything. My room was neatly done, from when I was last here, (I was eight), and the walls weren't pink, but a light green. My bed had light blue sheets, and there was a desk on the other side of the room. A window was between the bed and dresser. It was peaceful, and I was already feeling at home.
I unpacked all my things, and neatly set them in my dresser. I pulled out my brand new cell phone, "English" cell phone, I should say. It wasn't much different, but the numbers were wacky here .
I couldn't say i missed America. I had been in Chicago all my life, never leaving the state. I wasn't exactly a social studies person, so I didn't care much for the history of America. I decided I would consider Britian my mainland from now on.
That night, before drifting off, I thought about school. I prayed kids would actually stretch out a hand and help me along. I didn't know a thing about style, words, or personality here in Liverpool. In Chicago, I was considered pretty cool I suppose, but I knew I had to make my way around here. Oh well.
I shut my eyes with hopes that my entire life would change. Starting tomorrow.
End of Chapter One
I had only been to Liverpool once. My parents were divorced, and my dad lived in Liverpool. Mom was in Chicago. Usually, I was with mom. But when she started taking drugs, it was over. They sent me to Liverpool to live with my dad, Phil Shay.
I was pretty close to my father. Ever since mom began taking serious drugs, I'd call him up so I wouldn't feel so alone. We'd often chat about everyday life. When I found out I was going to live with him, I was quite giddy. I was tired of Mom being up all night on drugs, doing nasty things with her friends. I'm an only child, so guess how I feel.
I stepped out of the airplane, rolling my luggage out. I stepped into the airport and took a deep breath. I was finally home.
I waved to my dad, who was standing on a chair and looking around, as if he was a sailor. He was always fun to be around. He had a strong liddy accent, and I admired him greatly. I waved to him and shouted out, "DAD!"
He grinned and stepped down, running toward me. I buried myself in his arms, happy to finally be with him again. it had been some time!
"Hey Shelly.." he mumbled, still hugging me.
"Dad! its so great to be here." I said, parting. "I can't wait to see your home...i don't remember it very well."
"You'll love your room. Let me help you with your bags."
We walked outside together, discussing the long, extremely boring plane ride. We got into the taxi, putting my stuff in the back. What a day!
"So....high school starts tomorrow. You ready?" Dad said, nudging me slightly.
"Not at all....I'm nervous. About what people will think of me. Its obvious that I'm American because of my accent...will they approve?"
"Depends on the kid. If he/she's a total jerk, and doesn't like you cause you're from America, screw them. Try and interact with friendly people. I'm sure you'll make friends. You're sweet, and intelligent."
"Thanks..." I said, blushing. "What about my clothes?"
"Don't worry about it. Liddy kids aren't that bad. 'Sides, you're a great bird. I'm sure you'll make friends, love!" he said, kissing my forehead.
"Yep.." I mumbled.
The rest of the ride was silent. When we arrived home, the memories snapped. I suddenly remembered everything. My room was neatly done, from when I was last here, (I was eight), and the walls weren't pink, but a light green. My bed had light blue sheets, and there was a desk on the other side of the room. A window was between the bed and dresser. It was peaceful, and I was already feeling at home.
I unpacked all my things, and neatly set them in my dresser. I pulled out my brand new cell phone, "English" cell phone, I should say. It wasn't much different, but the numbers were wacky here .
I couldn't say i missed America. I had been in Chicago all my life, never leaving the state. I wasn't exactly a social studies person, so I didn't care much for the history of America. I decided I would consider Britian my mainland from now on.
That night, before drifting off, I thought about school. I prayed kids would actually stretch out a hand and help me along. I didn't know a thing about style, words, or personality here in Liverpool. In Chicago, I was considered pretty cool I suppose, but I knew I had to make my way around here. Oh well.
I shut my eyes with hopes that my entire life would change. Starting tomorrow.
End of Chapter One