I took out my earphones, because apparently my teacher had been speaking to me. I looked around the classroom, and saw that almost every head had turned my direction. I looked at Mr. Hudgins, waiting for him to speak again. ”Miss fair, when did World War Two start, and when did it end?” I had history class, and it was probably one of my worst subject. ”uh, it started in 1942.” I said with all the fake confidence I could manage. Half the class started laughing silently, or at least they tried to laugh silently. ”And ended in 1948?” I said, now as a question, because the laughter of my classmates had taken away all of my fake confidence.
”Well, Miss Fair, at least you were right about one thing.” I looked up, a little surprised by his words, “The war did indeed last six years.” He said, a little mockingly, if I might add. “The war started in 1939, and ended in 1945, Miss Fair. If you had shown the slightest interest in my class, you would have known.” I looked at him, as if I really regretted not reading those fifty pages we had for homework, but I really could not care much less. “Now, moving on...” I did not bother to listen to what came out of Mr. Hudgins' mouth after that.
I took out my phone and earphones, which I had put in my pocket when I had found out that Mr. Hudgins had talked to me, only to find my earphones in a tangled mess. I sighed, then started untangling the earphones. “Why do they always do this?!” I thought, while struggling to untangle the wires.
When I, after five minutes, finally got them untangled, I put the earphones in and pressed shuffle on Itube.
I had to walk home, because we do not have a car. My mother was very “unfortunate” to become pregnant with me, when she was only sixteen years old. My biological father left her after that, because he wasn't ready to have a child. I would not be ready to be a parent when I was seventeen either, but I would have, if I had to. And if you ask me, you do have to, if you get another person pregnant. But we do alright, me and my mother. I help out a little with the money I get for working in the bookstore, and my mother has two jobs, so we do pay rent. And walking isn't so bad. At least it's better than the bus. A full bus, with sweaty people. Not good. Not good at all.
I decided to walk through the park, mainly because it was a short cut, but also because I liked that there were not too many people there at this time a day.
I walked the way I did everyday. The tiny path lead to the centre of the park, where ducks and swans swam in the pond, and the playground a little further away, with children playing, and the parents sitting on the benches, talking and laughing at their children, who seemed to be doing something funny.
I smiled at the sight. I never had that. I was never able to go the park, to play with the other children who went. I believe that my mother was a little embarrassed to be so young, and with a three year old child. I believe she thought that the other mothers, who would be there, would laugh at her, for being the stupid teenager who forgot to use a condom.
After walking through the park, and a little further down the street, I could finally see our house. My mother and I lived in a small house. We didn't really need much space, with me being an only child, and my mother working constantly. And we could not get a bigger house, even if we wanted to. We were barely able to pay rent with this house, I could not imagine how much we would both have to work if it was bigger.
I walk through the front door, take of my shoes and throw my bag in the small closet that is beside the door, and slam the door, not because I was mad, but because if I didn't, it would not keep shut.
I walked into the kitchen, and started searching the fridge. Nothing. I then opened the freezer, and saw that we had some frozen fruit for smoothies. I quickly grabbed it, and took out the blender. I tried to make the smoothie as quickly as possible, and after about five minutes, it was finished.
I walk up to my room, and find out one of my favourite books: The Infernal Device – Clockwork Angel. Tessa had just met Camille Belcourt, and they had decided that she and Will should attend at the Pandemonium Club.
I heard the door slam shut, and immediately knew that it was my mother. I closed my book, and put it back on the bookshelf. I sat down on the bed, and sat there for a short while.
When I walked through my bedroom door, and downstairs, I see that my mother sits by the kitchen table.
“Hi mum. Rough day at work today?” I asked, as I sat beside her.
“Yeah It was, actually” she said. “Chrissy, I need to tell you something...” She trailed off, looking down at the table.
“Your father wants to see you.”
// Okay, so that was the prologue to my first fanfiction here on movellas. I know it was not a very exciting beginning, but I'll try to make it more exciting further in the story... I promise that I will try!
Anyway, I'm sorry if there are many faults in my writing. I am not English, and therefore there might be some faults, but I am working on it, I promise!
Thank you for reading! -DJ